Took the munchkin to see The Adventures of Shark Boy and Lava Girl in 3-D yesterday. It was... unique. It makes no sense whatsoever if you're a grown-up, but to a kid, it's like seeing your imagination come to life on the screen. It's got a sort of joyful sense of wild abandon that could only come from the mind of a child. And only a director like Robert Rodriguez would have the guts to make a movie based on a story that his eight-year-old son came up with, which is why I admire him so.

The munchkin adored it. I mean, really adored it. Usually her attention wanders about halfway through a movie. Even during The Incredibles she started to get a little antsy. But for this one she was absolutely mesmerized the entire time. To the extent that about halfway through I reached over and took her candy away from her and she didn't even notice.

The 3-D, however, was painful. I mean getting the glasses was cool (Shark Boy glasses for boys and Lava Girl glasses for girls!), and 3-D is fun for about five minutes. But then it just starts to give you a headache. And it messes up all the colors and makes those parts of the movie really ugly-looking. Even the munchkin agreed that the 3-D made her head hurt and wasn't all that cool.

After the movie we went home and I spent the rest of the day on the couch watching TV. First, I flipped back and forth between St. Elmo's Fire and Pretty in Pink. And then I watched The Breakfast Club. And after that, Sixteen Candles.

Brat Pack movies rule!