Eat Pray Love

Setting: Sitting in a movie theater watching the movie adaption of the book, Eat, Pray, Love."

"Are you bored," I ask.

"Yeah," says my BFF. "Do you want to leave?"

"No, not yet," I say.

We were only in India, and that was the boring part of the book, "Eat, Pray, Love." Things had to get better in Bali, there are awesome waves there. But they never did, even great surf couldn't help that movie.

"We should have left," says my BFF. "They're wasn't even any sex, or hot guys in Italy."

"Yeah," I say.

The book was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay better than the movie, which could be re-titled, "I should've Stayed Home and Slept For Free."

And, not that I'm a fancy dresser or anything, but the person in charge of Julia Roberts wardrobe had to be a nun. Maybe she was overcompensating for Julia's call girl attire in, "Pretty Woman?" Roberts was covered up to her neck in Bali, for Peet's Coffee!!!!

In other words, guys, this is one chick flick you'll want to skip, unless you're into nuns.

Where The Wild Things Are

Watching the movie, "Where The Wild Things Are," is not where my kids will be found.

Internet, this is not a review of the movie based on the children's book with the same title by Maurice Sendak. But rather an explanation, of why I'm not taking my kids to see, "Where The Wild Things Are."

The book is a terrific, wildly popular, kids' book. The way I see it is, the movie was made for grown ups who loved the book as children. "Wild Things," isn't for MY kids, wild as they may be.

How do I know this, if I haven't seen the movie? Is it because I'm psychic? Well, it started with that. I could tell from the previews it might not be appropriate for MY kids.

Then there's the PG rating. PG stands for parental guidance, which means if I take MY kids to this movie, there will be some, "'splaining to do Lucy!"

Next, there's my movie scout, who has actually seen "Where The Wild Things Are." Here's what he had to say about his movie experience. (Oh and he doesn't have kids.)

"Children were crying the entire time, totally surreal. Kids were taken out constantly, but some kids were stuck there with stupid parents."

He loves the movie (and the book). His review sealed the deal for me, "no kids." After all, there are lots of great movies out there, that are inappropriate for MY kids.

"So, "Where The Wild Things Are," is a kids' book, but not a kids' movie?" asks Vinny in dismay.