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A friend of mine from work gave me some toys he got in his Cinnamon Toast Crunch. They were Batman toys to commemorate (sp?) The Dark Knight. I loved the movie. I honestly did. It was dark, honest, scary, and powerful. That's my opinion, and we can get into a philosophical and theological and spiritual debate about it, but I'd rather not.
One of the toys in the cereal box was Joker. He's a serial killer being given away in a cereal box! Now he's a cereal killer in a killer serial... Oh ... wowsers.
More to come.
I never got around to telling this story, but I will now... Actually, it's probably better if Lisa tells it, but here goes.
I insisted on seeing The Dark Knight on opening night. All throughout the day on Friday, I was reading articles about sellout crowds, standing room only, kill your best friend for an armrest type of viewing situations. Our plans were to go to Tomahawk to camp for the weekend. I insisted and begged to be dropped off at the Tomahawk Cinema at 5:45 PM. The show started at 7:00 PM. I made a big deal about how it had to happen. I would wait in what was undoubtedly going to be a huge line, then save a seat for Lisa. This way she could help her parents get camp setup while I did the manly thing and bought tickets.
5:45 PM, and I was the first in line!
6:00 PM, three more people were in line -- sweet, but get to the back.
6:15 PM, some little kid on a skateboard came by and said, "You know it doesn't open until 6:30, right?" No I did not know that.
6:25 PM, the other three people in line had decided to leave and come back later.
6:30 PM, the little kid with the skateboard unlocked the door with the key that he had because he worked there!
6:30:01 PM, the little kid narrowly avoids melting from my death gaze.
6:30:05 PM, I am in the door. I buy tickets, and say, "Hot blonde who is my wife will be here to pick hers up, cool?" "Cool," says little kid selling me tickets.
6:55 PM, Lisa arrives. I have saved her the best seat in the house. The seat that I would normally have saved for myself. She deserves it.
The movie was incredible, and Heath Ledger should win the Oscar, if not all of the Oscars. He should win the Oscar for best actor, supporting actor, director, and cinematographer. Also best costumer and makeup design. Oh, don't think I don't understand that he's not eligible for most of these. Understand that the way he acted changed the way awards should be given out. Also the Oscar for 10 Things I Hate About You.
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