Thursday night, we made the trek out to see the latest Indiana Jones movie. Opting against the midnight movie on Wednesday because of the movies' length -- at 2+ hours we'd have been home at 3 am -- we went instead for the 6:15 PM show on Thursday. This avoided the mad rush of the evening shows, or so we thought.
In all actuality, it avoided people in general. There were less than 20 people in our theater, and five of them were in our group. For Indiana Jones! I can only assume that the evening shows were busier, because if the 6:15 show is a reliable barometer on the Omaha area's interest...yeesh.
As I wrote earlier, I loved the movie. But clearly I was in the minority in our group.
Jack Bauhaus thought it was cheesy, and singled out the scene where Mutt swings through the jungle like Tarzan as the scene that put things over the top.
Dick Herculanum was lukewarm about the movie, giving it the faintest of praises by saying it was "better than Transformers".
Brother of Dick Herculanum disagreed, saying that he actually liked Transformers more because at least it was entertaining. "If I'd come to this movie at midnight, I'd have been really pissed because I could have been asleep. Since I came at 6, at least I can go home and be pissed about it while I play Xbox."
Nicole, too, was dismayed. "At least now we know how Han Solo wound up with the rebellion. Indiana Jones got sucked up into a flying saucer with aliens and because of the nature of space he never aged."
Like I say, I'm in the minority apparently, but that's alright. You bet.