I had a couple of Groupon movie tickets to use up (clever me, signing up for the deal with two different emails...and then promptly forgetting that I did so. Thank you for the reminder, Groupon!). William and Henry have been begging to go see the movie "Cowboys and Aliens" for a few weeks, and yesterday was officially the first day I really, really wanted school to start, so we went.
The movie was, to borrow a phrase from what's his name on American Idol, "aight". Not great, not horrible. Harrison Ford has settled into the soft and comfy stretch of his acting career, the one where he is just able to play the same character in every single movie. When he's super old, but still able to move freely and speak legibly, he'll probably have one of those tear-jerking, earn-a-standing-ovation-at-the-Academy-Awards roles and go out with a bang. Until then, we get to see him play "cranky curmudgeon" in many variations. In this movie, he's doing it while dressed in old Wild West garb.
Daniel Craig is smokin' as always, Olivia Wilde is generically beautiful, Adam Beach is always good and I'm pretty sure he and Mark Ruffalo are voice-doppelgangers (seriously, they sound identical) and the guy who plays Doc is one of those "where have I seen him before?" dudes.
The scenery was lovely, the way certain parts of the movie were filmed with different kinds of patina, giving some scenes a decidedly old-school western look was awesome, the aliens were very generic.
Yada yada yada. My favorite part of the movie, though, wasn't in the movie at all. My favorite part happened during a small stretch of the film that shows Daniel Craig traversing some rocky mountainside, most of it shot from behind. So all we see for a few minutes is his very lovely tush, clad, of course, in traditional Western articles of clothing.
It was during this scene that both of my boys, within minutes of each other, leaned over to me and whispered:
"He's wearing assless chaps."
That's my boys. Do I want to know where they learned the term "assless chaps"? No. Not really. In the same way I don't want to know what all the wadded up Kleenex in the mancave bathroom was used for. Some things are best left as mysteries.
But this one made me laugh. My kids crack me up.