We saw I Am Legend yesterday. Friday night and the theater was super busy. Tons of activity in the lobby and bar, people having a great time.

Unfortunately tons of activity in the actual theater too. The thumping bass coming from the bar next door echoed like a heartbeat throughout the film. Cell phones going off, people having full-out conversations to the left and right, not to mention the running commentary. The two guys in front of us – it was like living inside their minds. Audible comments can be great. Like when I saw Deuce Bigalow in the theater (YES I SAW DEUCE BIGALOW IN THE THEATER), and Deuce’s dad is plunging out a stopped-up toilet and turns around to accept a little birthday cake from Deuce’s girlfriend, when someone in the audience yelled out, “Hey look! There’s Sh*t on his shirt!” And the whole theater burst out laughing. But talking throughout the whole damn film, letting me know every thought in your head is ANNOYING. And I do have to say, the movie choice should be taken into consideration when deciding whether it’s appropriate to bring young children. I Am Legend is not a kid friendly film. It is terrifying.

THIS is why I don’t go to the theater unless I really really want to see something bad. And although I think Will Smith is great, I didn’t even want to see this. I HATE SCARY MOVIES. I do not watch them, I do not enjoy them. It is a painful experience for me. So, last night, I went for my husband. He just finished the book and has been itching to see it since its release. Having seen the Vincent Price remake of the short story before (Last Man on Earth), I had some idea of what to expect. I knew it would be scary. What I didn’t realize is 1) how different the story would be from the original, and 2) How frightening and disheartening it would actually be. Don’t get me wrong, I Am Legend is a GOOD MOVIE. VERY GOOD. The effects are amazing. Will Smith’s acting is extraordinary. If you like dystopian tales involving the half-dead, abject suffering and painful almost palpable loneliness and despair, then this one’s for you! But if not, don’t do it to yourself. Or save it for DVD, so you can turn it off when you’ve had enough and leave the room. I was traumatized by this movie. I kept my eyes shut or my hands over my face for half the film. The rest of the time I was just sad.

FREE soft pretzels!!

Fresh from the dummytown list, many thanks to the lovely Holly:

FREE pretzels on FRIDAY, Oct 12th @ the Independence Visitor Center

  • Annual consumption per person of pretzels in the United States is two pounds.
  • Annual consumption per person of pretzels in the mid-Atlantic states is four pounds.
  • Annual consumption per person of pretzels in Philadelphia is more than 20 pounds.


Must be kismet that I just did soft pretzels on The Daily Dish. And my friend Collin just had a write-up on his blog too. Great minds…

Never leave home without it.

Yesterday’s highlights. Not only did we have a wonderful anniversary (many thanks for the well wishes), but the electricians returned and were able to resolve our electrical problem. After a very filling seafood dinner, we went to Best Buy – and lo and behold, who is there signing copies of her new album but the beautiful & talented JILL SCOTT. And me, without my camera. The ONE time it’s not strapped to my chest. Still, it was a treat getting to see her, and when we left people were still snaked around the side of the building waiting for their chance to say hi. Very cool.