This afternoon we saw Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events and it was… OK. The story was slightly slow in places. Jim Carrey was good, if not creepy. The most interesting part of the movie was the Lemony Snicket fans sitting next to us. They had obviously read the books cover-to-cover. They were very excited to see what the different characters would look like… only, they were all in their EARLY 30’S.
Let me say that again… THE LEMONY SNICKET FAN CLUB WAS FULL OF 30- YEAR-OLD MEN. NO KIDS IN SIGHT.
The weirdness started, coincidentally, when the movie started. Flying stars appeared on the screen during the opening credits and someone at the entrance sang, “The stars at night are big and bright…”
Uncomfortable silence in the theater.
Then, the guy next to Jason quietly claps and mumbles, “Deep in the heart of Texas.”
The singer down at the entrance didn’t hear his little friend’s response so the friend jumped out of his seat and BOUNCED down the stairs to meet his friend. It was like an 8- year-old in a 30-year-old’s body.
Then, all during the movie, the bouncer and the singer proceeded to hold a competition as to who thought the movie was the funniest. They laughed so hard at scenes that were only mildly funny to the actual kids in the audience. They kept repeating lines from the movie and laughing together. They discussed how the movie differed from all of the Lemony Snicket books. They anticipated changes in plot and laughed AHEAD of the action.
All I want to know is… who the hell are these people? Sure, we went to SpongeBob and we thought it was funny but we weren’t GIDDY to be at the movie. And yes, we drove all the way to McMinnville yesterday to get SpongeBob watches, but we didn't advertise to everyone in the restaurant that we drove an hour to get there. Ok. We're dorks too. But today we were thrilled to find there are dorkier adults than us!
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