We originally saw Ragnarok months and months ago, while it was still in the theater. It was a hilarious and amazing film, so I don't know why it took me so long to put together a review. Maybe it's the gushing - I feel uncomfortable gushing - it's so much more fun writing about a stinker. Ragnarok is definitely no stinker. But then I saw the deleted scene that was released this week in anticipation of the DVD release.
One bad chicken nugget, that's all it takes.
Several months ago, I caught Lily watching this movie. I snatched the remote QUICK. I'd forgotten about it until I was chillin' with my friend Rachel. She lured me in with the promise of a glorious merkin...and y'all know how I feel about merkins.
I know it's a risk, but I'm risking my kids aspiring to truancy by introducing them to Ferris Bueller. It's a risk I'm willing to take...
I feel like the world needs a John Cusack/Samuel L. Jackson buddy/road trip movie right now. Now, more than ever, we need the joy that those two can bring us. ("I want these motherfucking snakes out of my motherfucking earnest romantic comedy!" or something to that effect?)
My son has been wanting to watch this since it came out...the husband and I didn't even end up seeing it in the theater (a travesty), but saw it as soon as it hit cable. I'd been trying to avoid having to explain to him what 'pegging' is...but he's twelve. From what I've heard about seventh grade boys so far, a little 'pegging' is the least of my worries.
Poor Andy. It's really hard to get laid when your childhood was ruined by a killer doll.
After much begging from the children, we all sat down for a family movie night double feature - Curse of Chucky, followed by Cult of Chucky.
The kids just can't get enough of Chucky!