The Addams Family! The Munsters! Those are the only two remakes that would get me to the moves for the creepy big screen experience.
Until now. I have joined the kajillions who have crunched and munched through the viewing of Breaking Dawn – Part One. I didn’t need to see Twilight or New Moon. There was so much hooplah about both that I gleaned the gist of the plot and decided it would be a let-down to see a movie I knew the ending to.
No need to even read the books. I know, I know..the books are so much better, and give so much more detail, but it’s not my favorite genre. I’d prefer to pick up where I left off in Atlas Shrugged.
Besides, I don’t fall in the age bracket of females who find the series most endearing. I’m a grandma, which means when my son took my daughter-in-law to see the latest installment, I was tickled to take my grandchildren to see Happy Feet 2, 3D, though Grandma Teresa would have preferred seeing the Muppets. (It was this grandma’s first experience with 3D; I think I have whiplash).
I thought I had a chance to see my Muppets when a friend asked me to go to the movies with her to see Breaking Dawn. I would pick my moment – arms full of popcorn and sodas and nachos w/cheese, and tell her I would meet her at the car when her movie ended, that I didn’t want to pay for a movie that I would see only slivers of through buttery fingers. Not a fan of werewolves and vampires even if… ‘it’s only a movie.” The Muppets movie was scheduled at the same time, so it would work!
But that would be a cheesy move, not good friend etiquette. The whole ‘do unto others’ philosophy is hard to ignore. Maybe she would go with me to see the Muppets another day!
And I was feeling a bit hypocritical. How many times have I used the argument – how-do-you-know-you-don’t- like -it -if -you’ve -never -tried- it? It worked with my son on spinach and brussel sprouts, 2-wheeled bikes and algebra. (Well, it almost worked on algebra).
So to be a good friend and break through my self-imposed barrier to all things scary, I sat down to brace myself through a couple of hours of rocking and repeating the mantra “It’s only a movie, it’s only a movie.”
And what a movie it is! I won’t say I’m hooked, and I won’t say I’m going to borrow the books, but it was a thoroughly engrossing theater experience. Why oh why did I drink that large diet Coke? Normally I don’t ruminate over what might be the best time in the movie action to go to the restroom; I didn’t want to miss a moment of this one.
This grandma is grateful, though, that it wasn’t in 3D. I’ll catch the Muppets when it comes out on DVD.