As you might have guessed, I saw The Smurfs with Lil’B this weekend. I love having a “little brother” because it gives me an excuse to go see all the kids movies I want to see anyway, but my friends won’t go to with me, without looking like a pervert or predator. I told Lil’B not to grow up… And then immediately kicked myself because my mother used to say things like that to me all the time and I HATED IT. (Actually, what I told him was never to get older than 12 because then his ticket price goes up.)
The last time I saw Lil’B we talked about what we would do this time around and I mentioned the movies. There are a lot of movies out that look good and that I want to see, but I don’t get to the movies that often. Lil’B has wanted to see Transformers 3, which I saw several weeks ago with Michelle. It was good and I don’t think it would be a problem for him to see it, but there are a few whole sections in the movie (as with so many these days) where they play pretty fast and loose with incidental human life. Many, many innocent bystanders would have been hurt or killed if there was an ounce of reality to the scenes on the screen.
Anyway, he had mentioned that he still wanted to see it and I suggested that we could go on our next outing (this past Sunday) if it was still out. He seemed happy with that. So when I picked him up on Sunday I told him, “You have three choices. We can go see Transformers, The Smurfs or Captain America.” (I was hoping he’d pick Captain America but I’d be happy to see any of the three movies.) Before I even finished saying “Captain America” he was saying “The Smurfs!” He was very excited.
Yay! You really are still a kid! I thought. Which, of course he is. He’s only 9, but I’m aware that we’ll be coming up on a time, very soon, when he will be in that awkward, in between stage, where he’s still a kid, but kind of not. I am, in equal parts, looking forward to and dreading that time.
He watched the movie in his usual position (with his head buried in his Icee cup), but no longer with the seat trying to swallow him alive – when did that stop?- and while he was busy slurping away on his Icee, I was thoroughly engrossed in the movie, laughing at all the lame and corny jokes… Well, almost all of them. When Tim Gunn, playing Henri, a character whose purpose I still don’t understand said to Neil Patrick Harris’s character, “Make it work”, I groaned. And when Smurfette, voiced by Katie Perry, suggested a marketing slogan to NPH, “I kissed a smurf and I liked it?”, my palm may, possibly, have met my forehead. What was kind of fun, for me, was that the mom two seats down from me, seeing the movie with three kids lil’er than Lil’B, and I kept laughing at all the same places. This movie is full of grown up jokes, which is a sign of a well thought out movie. Unfortunately, it also tends to prompt lil voices to ask, “What happened mommy? Mommy, what happened? Mommy? Mommy?”
Off. Track.
As I was saying, while Lil’B was buried ears deep in his Icee, I was laughing at all the jokes and puns and visual comedy and so it was all the more gratifying to me, when in the scene when Gargamel, or as Sofia Vergara’s character calls him, “Garbage Smell”, get’s his due, Lil’B actually laughed out loud!
There’s hope for this kid after all!
Garbage Smell? Okay, gotta admit. I’d probably laugh at that.