1.Your emotional nature is strong and sensitive. / Un sourire coute moins cher que l’electricite et donne autant de lumiere.
Lucky Number: 50, 14, 16, 19, 20

2. You will always have good luck in your personal affairs. / La porte la mieux fermee est celle que l’on peut laisser ouverte.
Lucky Number: 11, 25, 16, 47, 20, 04

I just saw something on T.V. that made me laugh so hard, I almost choked on my home made Starbucks iced coffee. Too delicious to waste going down a wind pipe. Damn atheists and their crazy antics.

Apparently, there’s this group of “atheists” who are going to not so great lengths to reverse their baptisms. They do this with the help of a middle aged man, adorned in a black caped robe, wielding a huge, wait for it; Hair Dryer. Not just any hairdryer, the turbo hairdryer of the anti-god. Ok, I made that last part up, but there was some writing wrapped around what I could see of the dryer, in the fabulous video, and it had the word TRUTH in bold letters on it. Wow.

Now, I’m not religious per say. My beliefs revolve more around nature and keeping it alive, so it can keep me alive. It’s not so much a religion, but more of a survival instinct. I grew up in a “born again” Christian family however. I never really believed any of it. That doesn’t mean that I look down on people who do believe in an all mighty God. No matter who that may be. God, Buddha, Moses, L.Ron Hubbard.

I believe that people should live and let live. As long as you’re not harming anyone with your beliefs, pray or meditate away. I think it’s great that some people have something they can turn to when they need solace or peace. Myself, I use books and movies. I don’t care what anyone else believes in, as long as they’re not stopping me on the street or knocking on my door to try to convert me. If 11 years of going to church during my most influential years (6-17) didn’t stick, I hardly think that spending 30 minutes with me at 29 will. Sorry, seek your soul saving quota next door.

For all the strange rituals some people do for their religion, I find a lot of them quite beautiful. Baptisms has it’s merits. Burning incense and chanting is quite beautiful.

What isn’t beautiful? What is just plain crazy? Well, putting on a cape, taking a hair dryer and taping words on it and blow drying someone’s hair when it’s already dry. Yup, that’s just stupid. Getting together with a group of like minded people and performing a ritual, well, that’s sort of a religious act isn’t it?

How can you look down your nose on a group of people who get together to perform a ritual act, then get your own group together to lend credence to the act itself? If you don’t believe in god, then you don’t believe in the merit of baptism or what it stands for. Why then would you feel the need to reverse it? With a blow dryer?

Watch, now they’re going to mass produce and market the “Baptism Reversal Hair Dryer”. Have you been baptized against your will when you were a baby? Have you been baptized an an adult and have suddenly changed your mind? Have you renounced Christianity and all it’s teachings? Do you have absolutely nothing better to do other than to get together with other non-believers for a couple hours of blow drying? This product is for you!

They’ll probably get that Slap-Chop guy to do the infomercial.

This was such a fun movie. The action was almost non-stop, but the story moved on and kept me interested. Diaz and Cruise have great chemistry, and they manage to play their “romance” scenes together without making the story come to a halt and boring the audience.

The story goes as such: June Havens (Cameron Diaz) meet Roy Miller (Tom Cruise) at an airport, and sparks fly. Both between them, and from the plane wreckage left by Miller after killing everyone on board, and crash landing it in a corn field.

Roy is on the run from the government agency he’s working for due to the fact that they think he’s gone rogue and crazy. He’s also on a self imposed mission to save the very young scientist he’s accused of wanting to kill. Due to circumstances I won’t bore you with, June is along for the ride. Sometimes unconsciously. As in passed out. It’s a funny little gimmick that actually works for this movie.

Cameron Diaz is great as always. She’s beautiful and funny, without looking like she’s trying too hard. Her character wasn’t some unlikeable bimbo. She was smart and capable, and even when she’s screaming for fear, you can’t help but laugh at her expressions. There’s a very funny scene where she’s injected with truth serum by some bad guys.

Tom Cruise. You can’t help but love the guy. He exudes charm every time he exhales, he’s just so likable. His character Miller has all of Ethan Hunts (MI movies) moves and tricks, but with Jerry Maguire’s charm. It’s really not hard to see why a smart woman would fall for the guy and want to risk a great deal to be with him.

With the 2 leads being Cruise and Diaz, this is hardly a gamble at the box office for your money. All in all, this is a perfect Summer movie, and the second I’ve seen in months that I plan on purchasing.

People love each other for all sorts of reasons. It’s still loving each other despite other reasons that impresses me more.

This rant came to me after cleaning the bathroom. Specifically, after scrubbing the toilet. More on that later.

People fall in love for many reasons. Physical attraction, intellectual attraction, same taste in movies etc…. It’s easy to fall in love. It’s more impressive when people still love each other after finding out all their faults. After all the hardships life throws at us.

Real love, as some popular movie quotes would have you believe, does NOT mean never having to say you’re sorry. Hell now. Love means having to say you’re sorry, or you get the couch. Sometimes.

Sometimes things just don’t work. You start off with plans and dreams, but those don’t always come to fruition. One of you may lose your job. You may not be able to produce those children you always planned for. You may never be able to afford that big house with a big back yard. The true test of love is being happy with someone regardless of all the things you won’t have or do.

Now for the lighter, and in some cases icky, side of this rant.

Real love means sharing. Sharing many things.Good things, and bad things. Really bad things sometimes. Here are a few things we need to share with the people we love, and somehow still manage to love them.

Space.

Visiting someone’s home and living with them aren’t the same. Some people will make a point of cleaning up when they expect company. (I know my husband did.) When you live with someone and you have to pick up their dirty socks and underwear, it doesn’t exactly make you want to, well, you know. Humpa Humpa, as my charming hubby used to say.

The dishes need to get done. The laundry is piling up. The garbage is starting to stink and why the hell won’t he just take it out!!! Ahhhh! Those can be just a few instances where one might be tempted to commit homicide by frying pan. “I don’t know what happened officer, he said he wanted to fry up some eggs and accidentally fell on the pan. 4 times.” Ahem.

Bills.

It’s easy to get along with someone when the biggest thing you have to worry about is what movie or restaurant you should go to. Once you have to share living expenses though, boy do things start getting interesting.

If one of you doesn’t have your share of the bills and the other has to pay up for you, it can create a little animosity and resentment. Perhaps they spent too much on fast food? Or video games? Or on shoes? Who knows. If you’re not sharing an account, you probably never will.

Sharing living expenses and responsibility is hard. It’s not always the case that both of you are going to be great with money. One of you could downright suck. Relying on someone for your very livelihood demands a lot of trust and faith. If they slip and let you down, sometimes you just have to accept it, kick them in the shin, and move on. You have to really love someone in order to accept defeat, so to speak. It’s not just anyone you’d fork over your hard earned money for.

A bed.

Sharing a bed with someone for a couple a dates is not the same as sharing a bed with someone once you’re living together, and committed to each other. Some guy having sex with you doesn’t mean he loves you. Some guy wanting to still have sex with you after you’ve been less than sexy in bed however, now that’s true love.

First example: When I was dating my husband, I kept my make-up on when I slept over. I’d bring make-up for touch ups etc…. I remember taking a shower there and, due to the impromptu activities and consequential sleepover, I had no make-up on me. *Insert doom music*. “He’ll never want to see me again if he sees me like this. Oh no, on my god.” I might add here that I was 20 at the time. Ergo, I was stupid and naive. He obviously wasn’t that stupid and shallow, hence the 10 year (and still going) relationship that followed.

Waking up next to someone who looks completely different than when you went to bed together can come as a shock. What, you’re missing a tooth? Wait, your hair wasn’t facing straight up before? What’s all that black crap around your eyes?

Second, and most poignant example in my opinion is this:  women who are dating will make a point of holding in farts or running to the bathroom when she needs to let one rip. Once you’re in love, you can relax those cheeks and rest assured that he’ll still hold you. Once the smell has dissipated that is.

The bathroom.

No, I’m not just talking about how much time women spend in there. Lucky for my husband, I don’t actually get ready in the bathroom. I don’t fuss with my hair too much and I put my make-up on in the living room. Better natural light in there. Nothing worse than looking like a clown when you go outside because your bathroom light is slightly more yellow than the outside light.
No, my tests of true love is a little less pleasant than that.

First, women have a certain time of the month. Yup. Call it aunt flow. Riding the cotton pony. Whatever, we bleed. The evidence of which can be found in the garbage can. Nothing is sexier to a man than going to the bathroom, sitting down and looking at those delightful application tubes. Cringe if you will, it’s not sexy and we all know it.  They might come as a handy warning for what your partner is in for.  Can you say, “MOOD SWINGS!!!” . What’s even less sexy?

Real love means that, every now and then, we’re going to have to clean our man’s crap out of a toilet. Literally. If you can get on your hands and knees and work out a sweat cleaning up the result of the prior day’s burrito fest and still want to have sex with them, then you’re in love. It’s not exactly sexy, but when you love someone, you’re willing to put up, and clean up, a lot of crap.

Real love also means having to tolerate your husband using the freshly cleaned toilet.

Believe me, it’s hard to take in. Especially if you’re 1. Some guy with little to no chance of touching actual breasts, and feel threatened at the sight of men who do. Or 2.  an Emo teenager who updates your facebook every couple of hours with how hard your life is and how hurt your feelings are

Something that’s really starting to annoy me is the hate on certain movies that come out. Certain movies catered to teenage girls perhaps?

While at the movies last week, I had the misfortune of sitting in front of 6 stereotypically geeky men. I’m married to a geek, so I don’t have anything against geeks. These guys were playing hand held games, and were networked together to play it. The movie was rated R, so these were grown ups. They were in their early 20s.

On the screen comes a trailer for the upcoming Twilight movie. I’m not kidding, they all groaned together at the site of it. Why? I guess they’re not interested in seeing it. But perhaps they feel threatened by the fact that women would rather daydream about Robert Pattinson (insert girls screaming. Dreamy!!!) than ever let any of them (these were not cute guys) touch them? Ever?

I get that you don’t like the movies. I wasn’t crazy about them. I like them, but when I read the books the characters didn’t talk like they were suffering from cramps. I read Edward like he was a grown, 109 year old man, dealing with a teenage girl. No angst. Just normal speaking.

My problem with this is, no one is asking you to go see it! No one is forcing you to take the time and money and watch this movie, or any other movie catered to other target audiences. Do you think the teenage girls and mini-mos give a crap about the next robot/bad actress with giant breasts/sci-fi/action fest? No! They probably don’t. That’s why we’re lucky enough to have many, many bad movies to choose from, and a 14 year old’s money is as good as that of a 25 year old computer geek.

I remember a time when a certain movie came out about this guy who had daddy issues. He kissed his sister, got his hand chopped off and talked to robots and a giant dog. Indiana Jones was in it too. If you were one of the many people foolish enough to stand in line, overnight, to see how this story began back in 1998, you may be one of those people who hate on Twilight fans. Ironic. I would think you could relate to feeling such a close connection to a set of characters and wanting to watch their story unravel on the big screen. Princess Leia in a gold bikini for you, sexy vampires for them.

Something else that’s driving me a little crazy today is this: when did being miserable, feeling sorry for yourself and seeking attention by accomplishing nothing become the norm?

I had a rather interesting conversation with my Bestie yesterday. She made a great point of asking “when exactly did social networking become an activity worthy of mention in the said social networking update?” Indeed. How empty and boring must you be to have nothing better to do than go see what other people are doing with their life, or see what update they might be sharing, for hours on end?

My question was this: When did social networking updates become diary entries? A place to share all your thoughts about everything and everyone who’s your “friend”, no matter how personal or inappropriate?

I use the term friend very loosely and in quotes here because I think it’s a joke. If your only contact with someone is via a certain website, and you live in the same city, you’re not friends. You’re acquaintances. If they’re not willing to drop everything when you need them, they’re not really your friend. If the only way you have of knowing what’s going on in their life is via the site, wake up.

She told me of her 14 year old cousin. This cousin, along with many other teenage girls I’m sure, seems to think that her life is so hard. It sucks. Her parents suck. Her boyfriend sucks. How did my friend come by this information? By reading this ridiculous child’s updates, which show up on the home page whether you want to see them or not.

If you own a computer, a phone, are not starving, have a roof over your head and your own room, have loving parents who are still together and don’t beat you, I’m pretty sure you have no right to feel sorry for yourself. That’s just my opinion, and I have a not nearly unique enough right and point of view to share it. Your 14 year old boyfriend doesn’t “love” you anymore? Boohoo. You’ll have another one in a week.

I’m really sick of these little privileged children feeling sorry for themselves because it’s the cool thing to do now. Because they have some narcissistic need to have everyone pay attention to them and make them feel like they’re a unique and beautiful snow flake. Snow flakes melt when it gets warm. Strive to be yourself, but to be someone who does more than just sit around and feel sorry for yourself. What good are you bringing the world, and why should the world go out of it’s way to make you feel special when you care for no one except yourself?

Now, don’t get me wrong. I realize that some people have it rough. They come from broken homes, they have abusive parents and engage in abusive relationships. Most people who are actual victims of something terrible do not share this information on a social networking site. People who want attention do. People who need other people to tell them how special they are by way of posting a 2 line comment to their “Boohoo me” update do.

If you’re feeling sad and depressed and need a pick me up, please, pick up the phone and call someone who really, actually cares about you. Someone who thinks you’re worth more than a few clicks and keystrokes online. ‘Oh, I told him/her they’re super. That’s good enough’. I’ve never felt the need to whine about myself on my update. I’m awesome, that’s why. But also because my husband and best friend make sure that I feel valued, and I don’t need 20 other people to tell me how awesome I am.

What happened to escapism? My friend and I both found the same way of coping with our less than ideal situations while growing up. We read. When my life was unbearable and I wanted to do everything I could to forget and be someone else, I did. I picked up a book and ran away, in my head, to a better place. I became another girl in a different school, with a different family, or the silly family cat.

I coped, grew up, moved away and moved on. I lived my own fairy tale. I found my beast who became my prince and realized that my life is what I make of it. My own family failed me, so I made my own. If you’re an older member of my family and are reading this, you know what I’m talking about, so I refuse to apologize for that statement. I have an incredible memory.

Wow, it got dark there. Whew! I’m ok, moving on….

What do these 2 topics have in common? I’m getting sick and tired of people thinking that the world should revolve around them, and that they’re the only ones that matter. Their problems are worse than anybody’s, their taste of entertainment is better than anyone else, and anyone who disagrees should die. Or is stupid.

YOU ARE NOT THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE. You are a part of the world, not it’s dictator. Just because you don’t like something, doesn’t mean it should cease to exist. If you don’t have anything to offer the world other than sad, pathetic whining, you are not a constructive part of it. You are a part of the slushy puddle of melted snowflakes that make up all of us in the world. Get used to it.

I don’t simply recommend this movie. I HIGHLY recommend this movie. If you’ve seen and loved the originals, please, go see this one. I laughed and I cried. It’s the last 20 minutes of this movie that really get you.

When the original Toy Stories came out, they were ground breaking. They were a new way of making animated films and were the start of  what would become the Pixar Empire.They definitely set a new standard when it came to animated films.

They also came out at a time when movies were about more than making money. They were about providing a good story. In this case, one that almost everyone could enjoy. I’m happy to say that after 11 years, they still go it.

I’ve been a little jaded lately about movies. This Summer has left something to be desired in the story telling department. The whole year really. I went in expecting it to be good, which usually means I’ll be disappointed by the end when the movie falls short. Not this time. Yes, I know it’s a cartoon, but it’s a damn good one.

In this installment, Andy is 17 and going off to college. It’s time to decide what to do with Woody and the gang. He decides to take Woody along with him, and leave the rest behind in the attic, where they will hopefully become useful again when Andy had kids of his own. Through a series of events, the toys, along with newcomer Barbie, all end up at the local daycare.

Not just any daycare. This daycare is run by a big purple bear named Lotso. He runs it he’s a dictator, like it’s a prison, and forces the gang to be played with by the small children. The ones who stuff potato head parts up their nose and paint portraits using Jesse’s hair. In other words, they get screwed.Ken takes the reins as Lotso’s number 2. That’s when he’s not making costume changes in his giant closet that is.

The toys have to try and escape, all the while trying to come to terms with the fact that they’re not really needed anymore by their owner. This is a great story about growing up, moving on and leaving your childhood behind. Not just by Andy, but the toys too. I think the toys are almost a representation of parents and how hard it is to let you kids go when they don’t really need you anymore. It was quite poignant.

I was a little surprised that the first showing of the day had so many people in attendance. There were a few families there, but mostly I was surrounded by people in their late teens and early 20s. It took me a minute to realize that these were the children who watched the first 2 movies all those years ago. Naturally they wanted to see what happened to those lovable toys they were so enthralled with. That, like the fictional Andy, they recently grew up and moved on from their childhoods into adulthood.

This, by far, is the best Summer movie so far. It’s the best movie I’ve seen since “Shutter Island”. It’s also the first movie of the Summer I’d gladly pay to see again, and can’t wait to purchase when it comes out. At no point did I lose interest in what was going on. It seems most movies are about 20 minutes too long nowadays but, at 103 minutes, Toy Story 3 just didn’t seem long enough.

You see, the MTV movie awards, while not as serious about films, are really fun. This year Tom Cruise stole the show with his Len Grossman reprise from Tropic Thunder, and it was beautiful. Some people get awards they would not stand a chance getting at any of the “serious” award shows. But the MTV movie awards are for everyone, so any movie, of any rating, can be nominated.

One award show I don’t watch is the Teen Choice awards. I haven’t been a teen in, well, I’m 29, so in quite a long time. I pay little attention to the show and who gets nominated. I stumbled on this article today and thought it was quite interesting. Read it and see if you agree with him. I know I do.

Here’s the story: Elsa (Sarah Polley) and Clive (Adrian Brody) are biologists working for a pharmaceutical company called Nerd. They are also in a relationship with each other. In their search for cures for the world’s worse ailments, they decide to secretly take an existing experiment further, and splice animal DNA with human DNA. The result is a creature called Dren. Nerd backwards. How clever. They take care of it as if it were their child/pet. The creature grows at an accelerated speed, which means that in a few short weeks, they have a full grown human animal hybrid they can no longer control.

The thing about his movie is you’re either going to hate it because it’s crossing some moral boundary most people have, or you’ll be able to accept the fact that it is just a movie, that this creature could probably never exist, and appreciate the remarkably original and twisted story. I’m in the second group.

Sure, what they did was messed up. However, ask yourself this: Can you accept the first part of their experiment, which is to splice together a bunch of animals in order to obtain a miracle cure? If so, why is that OK, but to add human DNA from a willing donor is wrong? Why are humans a more valuable species than any other on the planet? Don’t get me wrong, I don’t condone what they did in the movie. However, there’s been a lot of backlash about how immoral this movie is, and how they should be ashamed of themselves. I assure you, the consequence of these scientists actions is not lost on them. There is no happy ending here.

It’s a science fiction. It crosses a line that most people will not be able to handle. There are things I saw in this movie I wish I could erase from my memory, things that really pissed me off. It was still a really good movie. I think you need to be of a certain mind set PLUS have a certain level of intelligence to appreciate it. I’m not saying if you hate this movie, it means you’re stupid. Perhaps you weren’t able to look past what was in front of you and don’t care to. That’s fine, and you’re entitled to your opinion and beliefs. Therein lies the mindset I’m talking about.

Now I feel I should share some disturbing content in this movie. I knew this going in, and I feel it helped me cope. I’m being a little dramatic on purpose here. This was really messed up. Adrien Brody has graphic sex with grown up Dren. Dren is not an alien. She’s about as far from being an alien as you can get. Dren is made up of about 6 or 7 animal DNA parts, and one part human. So, this is pretty much bestiality. There really is no other way of looking at it. I don’t care how cute she was, she can breath under water and sprout wings, she’s an animal. Some people said this was incestuous, but his DNA was not used to make up the Dren creature. There is a little non graphic incestuous rape scene near the end. I wish I could forget that.

If these things are too much for you to handle, and will make you unable to appreciate the rest of this movie, don’t go. If the thought of human testing is too much for you to handle, don’t go. Rest assured however, these people don’t ride into the sunset holding hands and singling show tunes. In fact, the end is quite disturbing.

In this movie, Aaron Green (Jonah Hill) is working for a record company. His boss, Sergio, played by Sean Combs (I think he’s going by P Diddy nowadays…) needs him to go to London to get Aldous Snow (Brand), and take him to The Greek. As in the Greek Theater in L.A. The problem is Aldous is washed up. He’s also a classic rock star. Not the kind whose hair gets shorter, straighter and blonder with each video. You know who you are. He’s the kind who misses many planes in order to get his party on. So it’s kind of a challenge for poor Aaron, who desperately wants to make a good impression with his boss.

Ok, enough about the story. Who cares. It’s a funny movie aimed at a specific audience. If you like Judd Apatow’s sort of movies, this one is for you. So go see it. I will say this: there are a couple of scenes where Russel Brand is quite serious and you’re not sure if something funny is being set up. There isn’t. He was quite surprising and good with the serious stuff too.

Now for the 3rd star of the movie that didn’t get much face time in the preview, and quite frankly was almost funnier than the stars themselves. Sean Combs had some of the best, most ridiculously funny scenes in this movie. In fact, there isn’t a single scenes he’s in that didn’t make me laugh. Who knew? He eats his own head. That’s right, try to figure out how.

The songs in this movie are so stupid and funny. They’re comprised of every sort of body part or sex innuendo you can imagine. My bangers and mash. My ring around the rosy, it’s so cozy. (I’m talking about my ass hole). Yup, you name it, they wrote it, while peeing themselves laughing. I wonder if they pictured the latest teen pop stars singing them while scribbling down the lyrics. Maybe they were making some sort of commentary about how all music is basically sexual innuendo, just not as obvious? Maybe.

I did take issue with a couple of things. One, Aaron’s girlfriend Daphne (Elizabeth Moss of Mad Men). There was no chemistry there. She had one scene where she’s supposed to kiss him, and she does it with a closed mouth, lips stuck together as tightly as she could. It was obvious she had no interest in kissing this man she’s supposed to be so in love with. I kiss my best friend with more passion. They came off like brother and sister more than anything else.

Which brings me to the second thing I took issue with. The worse, most uncomfortable and unfunny three way ever. I did not want to see these people get it on (The couple with Aldouse), so all I could do was giggle because I felt too uncomfortable to do anything else. Awkward doesn’t quite cover it.

Other than that, it was funny. Brand was really good, not just with the funny stuff. P Diddy is funny. Jonah Hill is the same as he is in all his movies, except he’s supposed to be straight laced in this. Until Aldous gets his hands on him of course. Then it’s balloons up the but and bathroom stall sex with strangers. Good times.

I enjoy going to the movies alone every now and then. Out of the 3 interesting movies that came out this weekend, Killers was the one my RMP (regular movie partner) wasn’t interested in. So, I used my points and got to see it for free.

This is the sort of movie you can justify enjoying if you haven’t spent money on it, have nothing else to do, and need a good way to kill 2 hours. Otherwise, I’d just rent it. It’s worth seeing, but not for theater prices. It’s a good appetizer before “Knight and Day” comes out.

The story is this. Spencer (Ashton Kutcher) and Jen (Heigl) meet while vacationing in Nice. She’s been recently dumped and is vacationing with her parents, played by Tom Selleck, the guy with the mustache,  and Catherine O’Hara, the lady who drinks ALL THE TIME. He’s a secret government assassin on the job, sick of the super secret agent life, and wants to meet a nice girl to settle down with. Who better than the blond chewing Maalox in the elevator? They fall in love, Spencer quits his job, and they immediately get married and buy a house in the suburbs.

3 years later, Spencer gets a postcard from his old boss, and so begins the chain of events that lead to a bunch of sleeper assassins vying for the 20 million dollar price for his head. The movie turns into this race of who can kill Spencer first. It’s sort of dumb. What’s dumber, is who these people are and who put them there. I really have to fight against my better judgment to give away spoilers here, because it really is quite ridiculous.

There’s some funny back and forth between our main actors, but not once did I believe they were a married couple in love. I believed Spencer when he said he wanted to be out of the life and fall in love with a “simple” woman. It just felt like he did it with the first woman he met, instead of actually trying to look for someone. I love Katherine Heigl, and her performance was good, I just didn’t believe she was in love with this guy for anything beyond his good looks and charm.

I thought Ashton Kutcher was adorable. I can usually take or leave him, but I liked him in this. He was very charming, and he managed to make his fight scenes believable. I do take issue with his French skills. I’m French, and I needed to read the subtitles during his French speaking scene. Sorry, during his attempt at speaking French. I just think he could’ve practiced a little more, seeing how he only had about 5 phrases to memorize.

I particularly liked when, while running for their lives, they had to make a stop at Kmart for a pregnancy test. While in the store, Jen has the presence of mind to ditch her heels and buy flats. Now here’s a smart woman. Why more women in movies don’t do this, I’ll never know.

Where the movie really kind of got “bad” was at the end, about the last 10 minutes, when we find out who activated the sleepers and Jen decides to have a trust circle. That’s right, I said trust circle. Where it nuked the fridge was when Spencer sets up a laser security system in the baby room. Groan, roll credits.