We saw Mr and Mrs Smith yesterday (but I would have been totally okay with Mrs and Mr Smith, or perhaps Mr Smith and Mrs Jones-Smith, or what have you)

Anyway, we had snuck away from the kids (sitters are great and well worth the second mortgage. I’m just sayin’) and thought we’d take in a movie. Have I ever told you that my town has exactly one movie theater? Yeah, well, it does. It has like eleventy hundred screens, but new movies get five or ten screens each cuz, well, with the only movie theater for 100 miles they are pretty sure they know what people want to see.

So anyway, my point in saying that is that if you want to see a movie, even a Hot New Release, you pretty much only have three or four weekends to see it before it’s bumped out of the way for the next Hot New Release, or they still show it on the sign but the only time to see it is at 3:20 PM on Wednesdays or something. Whatever.

So we go to the movies, and we weren’t quite up for Batman Forgets or whatever, and Sharkboy / Lava Girl is better appreciated with the children constantly saying “what? Huh? Why’d he do that?” we’ve seen Madagaskar and Anakin Does Hollywood and quite frankly Cinderella didn’t seem to quite fit the mood. So there. We decide to see this one cuz it’ll probably disappear after Herbie comes out, or for sure when War of the Worlds is released.

What can I say about this movie that hasn’t been said? Well, not much. I found it funny (lots of times) fast (most of the time) action packed (ditto) and tense (a little bit, but you pretty much know how it’s gonna end). I don’t think it’s a spoiler to say that the movie has Brad and Angelina in it. And it’s not much of a spoiler (but maybe a heads up) to say that if you have two rather active little boys who are rather impressionable you may not want to expose them to the many thousands of rounds of ammunition that these two manage to hurl at each other with barely a scratch.

Other highlights?

Somebody calls Angelina “anal.” That was almost worth the price of admission right there. Clueless coworkers. Conniving coworkers. Mini-van fu. Rocket launchers. Air Supply. Machine guns that almost never run out of bullets. Really, really sharp knives. Witty comments (from many people). Elevator fu. Plot holes big enough to drive a truck through, but enough pretty people and giggles that they don’t seem to matter. A wal-mart generic clone type place gets featured prominantly. There’s a marriage counselor in there, too, to help these two work through their “issues.” Helicopters, but not overdone. Special agents in black that, well, are overdone. Hoping for a sequel, but not holding my breath.

As Joe Bob would say, ‘check it out.’

Oh and for the folks that have found me today by searching for ‘Bennifer’ on Yahoo, Welcome! I hope you found what you were looking for…