So tonite my honey and I went to see Poseidon.

It was part of a grand Date Night, which I must tell you all about (I’m sure you’re just dying to know how it was) but I don’t really have time right now.

But I’ll tell you about the movie portion.  I’ll try not to spoil anything.

First, you have a ship, which is apparently a large ship (based on the many wonderful pictures of it sailing.  Someplace).

On the ship we have a couple thousand people, but only a couple dozen that we actually care enough about to have speaking parts.  And of these it is painfully clear in the first ten minutes that, well, it’s time to cut payroll costs, if you catch my drift.

(heh, I said “drift” in a post about a ship).

The movie is, well, predictable.  Want the cliff cliff cliff notes version?

Boat.  New Years.  Wave.  Scream.  Splash.  “Gosh!” Climb. Swim. Die! Climb. Rescue.

And no, that is not a spoiler that they get rescued.  They can’t kill off everybody!  But they come pretty close.  (oops, now that was a spoiler).

Here are some comments we made to each other during the movie (not in order):

“That’s gotta hurt.”

“He ain’t that lucky.”

“Mawwiage!”

“Whoever designed a strapless dress that can stay on through all that deserves an award.”

“Oh, hell no, he didn’t!”

“Cingular has mid-Atlantic reception?”

“Bet that glass breaks.”

“I also cook.”

“Is he a red-shirt?” (two scenes later) “Apparently.”

“Where’s Charo?”

“Stoopid seawater”

“I have to go pee”

“oops!”

“Do not open that door.”
“See?”

“All that and nobody dropped the F-bomb?”