Matt, Maddie and I had a movie date on Saturday night to watch Catching Fire, which we missed in the theater. We all loved it—plot, casting, acting, costumes.... it is exactly how the books look in our imaginations. Well done, all responsible. We cannot wait until the final installment is released.
After Maddie went to bed, Matt and I were flipping around channels a little and came across Weird Science about mid-way through. This is a movie I saw more than once in the mid-1980s, as did Matt... we watched, a little horrified, at how absolutely, positively awful it is on so many levels. I mean, just bad. I want to believe that the rest of the John Hughes canon would still stand up today for me—but now I think I don't want to find out. Maddie will have the Hunger Games trilogy (among other amazing movie franchises) to remember from her youth, and we have Weird Science. I feel totally cheated. Kids of today, forget the 70s—it's the 80s you need to defend yourself against.
