I remember the first movie I’d ever watched as a kid and subsequently torn it up throughout. It was Surf Ninjas with Leslie Nielsen. I was spending the night over at a friends and I was pretty excited to watch it. It was a great movie; comedy, action, ninjas. As far as an eight-year old is concerned, that’s all you need. I’m in my twenties now and it’s still all about I need. So after chugging soda and annoying the ever living hell out of my friends parents for a good bit of time, we sat down to watch it and man I was ready. The red headed guy who couldn’t sure was hilarious to me (turns out it’s Rob Schneider) and I was all about…whatever else is in that movie.
Once we turned it on though, things changed. I had seen the movie before, and knew it well enough. I liked it then, I should like it now. But this was different. Not the movie itself, but the audience. I wasn’t with my dad, who would take us to see whatever crap a kid wants to go see. I wasn’t with just a couple kids my age who were as dumb as me and weren’t aware of what a “plot hole” was. No, you know else was there? My friend’s older brother. He was twelve. GASP! Continue reading