Some people have noticed I haven't blogged in a couple of days. My mom even phoned to see if I am all right. I am not all right. I have been sitting, and rocking, in a corner, since Tuesday. Because that was the day I took the kids to see this:
It's not too often I'm at a loss for words, but I can categorically say hand on heart and Girl Scout promise: THIS IS THE WORST MOVIE EVER MADE. I wasn't able to take a picture of our collective hatred (yes, even the kids hated it) lest I be deemed a pirate but it went something like this:
But it gets worse. Remember the object of my affections from Criminal Minds? Or, as he shall ever be remembered from now on: Simon.
Thank you, 20th Century Fox for ruining one of the few joys in my life.
And then today, looking for screengrabs, I find out that the readers of Time Out: London have given it an average review of four stars out of five:
IMDB after Rennie gets her hands on it?
My favourite review?
This is the world I have brought children into.