The kids and I went to see Return of the King this afternoon. We'd made arrangements to meet Mandy and her dad at the Hastings - Jeremy got there first, so we all went in on his coattails.
The movie lived up to its reviews - an old-fashioned epic, where the action is used to highlight the universal truths about love, friendship, and honor.
A kid in the row behind jabbered through the whole movie. His parents and I exchanged dirty looks on the way out of the theater. It's not the kid's fault - his parents need to teach him that it's inconsiderate to disturb so many people's viewing pleasure, and that questions and comments can really wait until the end of the movie.
Mandy's dad seemed nice - apparently a big movie fan. We all bemoaned the crummy seats at the Hastings; a 3+ hour movie raises the punishment level on your back to neo-medieval in scope.
