Every year when the family and I go up to Glacier, we try to go to the drive-in theatre in Columbia Falls, MT. Usually I luck out and it turns out to be showing movies I want to see; but this year it was Evan Almighty and Knocked Up. Fie. Evan Almighty, like Bruce Almighty before it, was preachy and annoying and actually made me even more godless than I already was. Also, didn't God previously promise somewhere to never flood the earth again?
Knocked Up was funny, but like the Forty-Year Old Virgin, nowhere near as pants-wettingly hilarious as everyone seems to make it out to be. That's probably more due to my taste than anything, and that as someone who's been in a similar spot earlier in my life, an accidental pregnancy is nowhere near that funny or endearing.
There was an amusing moment at the drive-in: they had some mechanical difficulties, and it took an extra hour to get the movie started. If I had been waiting for a movie I had wanted to see, I probably would've rioted. As it was, I could just sit there, bemused, and watch the rioting...OK, the honking. I'm hard-pressed to think of a way to start a riot in Montana.
My hopes for the Simpsons' Movie? Almost unrealisticly high, and I'm going this weekend.
From Simpson Comics #103, "Anchormom" Story by Ian Boothby, pencils by Phil Ortiz, inks by Mike DeCarlo. I don't buy the Simpsons comic every month, yet I almost always enjoy it when I do. What's up with that?
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