The Most Amazing Toddler in the World is now officially holding up two fingers. And, the Thriller and I went to see The Informant! last night. This post addresses both; hence, the catchy title.
Before I go back to researching for my delightful class assignment…
After the party, #1 Son took him to the county fair to see his first-ever demolition derby. His reaction upon seeing the first collision:
He also loved his gifts. Boy is going to be bizzy for awhile. It was a great party.
Later, Grammie & Grandpa Thriller went to the movies. The Informant! started out a bit on the slow side (too many sidebar meetings & conversations for my taste), but really picked up in the second half. Advice: if you don’t know the Eric Mark (sorry, got him confused with a choral composer) Whitacre story (the movie is based on an actual event), then don’t read up on it before you leave. I saw this same advice in a movie column yesterday morning, and I’m glad I took it. The last 20 minutes of the film are *much* more satisfying and revealing if you don’t know how everything ended in real life.
Suffice it to say that the story’s twists are really twisted, and Damon is dead-center in capturing Whitacre’s bizarro personality. On the brand-new “Rat-O-Meter” movie scale of five cheeses, I give it:
Have a grand Sunday. Back underground…