The Worst Movie Ever


I took the girls to the movies this afternoon. They wanted to go see “Tron–The Legacy.” I used to think “The Matrix” was the worst movie I had ever seen. Boy, was I wrong. This movie made absolutely no sense. There was some sort of parallel universe called The Grid created by s software/game developer who disappeared one day. 17 years later, his son gets a message from his father (the developer’s) partner to go to this old office he had. It was a portal to the other universe. Then I lost the entire train of thought for this movie. Of course, he finds his father and a character his father created had taken over the parallel universe. Somehow the kid finds a girl who was rescued by his father (the kid has a rescued dog, hence the parallel), and they together fight the character. Then they find the portal back, but the father doesn’t make it back; he and the character merge and blow up. The kid and the girl come back to the world so she can see a sunrise. That’s the movie minus the neon-lit costumes and an army of robots. I tell you, this movie gave me a migraine. Truly. I tried to find some message or something to take away from this movie. I took the remains of my soda. Good wins, but sometimes the good people die because they created the bad people so they sacrifice themselves to get rid of the bad people? What happened to The Grid? I am totally confused. My granddaughters said it was good. I beg to differ. Maybe it made sense to their 15-year-old brains but I think if you are over 12 years old and not male, this is NOT the movie for you. The girl was pretty, the kid was handsome, Jeff Bridges was himself. That about sums it up. I asked the girls if they had a nice Christmas (not being sarcastic, truly). Nope, they didn’t. Apparently they were not as excited about their gifts as their step-father thought they should be. I asked why they didn’t call on Christmas. They were going to call but I sent their mom an email she didn’t like (at 6 p.m., I told her I was hurt that I hadn’t heard from her) and she got mad so they didn’t call. And besides, Clint said Muslims don’t celebrate Christmas. True, but we acknowledge Christmas and exchange greetings and gifts with Christian friends and relatives; we are kind to our cousins, the People of the Book. Guess Clint doesn’t know everything. (Don’t tell him that, though.) I went on FaceBook when I got home and Sabrina and Clint are having a fight on FB. He made her cry over something. I gave the girls their gifts, cried, and left. I have to idea what they are fighting about. I left their gifts there and maybe they opened them, maybe not. Who knows? How can my daughter be mad at ME for being hurt that she ignored me on a family holiday. Maybe I should have waited until midnight to be hurt? Or better yet, just never have told her I was hurt. Let her ignore me and pretend everything is fine. Talk about being in a parallel universe. On the upside, my sister’s daughters gave her a lovely new recliner. They are really sweet girls to their mother. Guess Sabrina didn’t inherit those genes. Makes me glad to be home with the dog. Deciding if I should take another rescue dog (the movie started me thinking). I wonder what the fight is about. Why is on FB? Is any of this really happening?






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About mairedubhtx

I am a "youngish" grandmother of 15 year old twin granddaughter who has recently (is a year "recent"?) adopted Islam as my way of life, much to the consternation of my family. I love to read. I love to write. I am writing a book about my decision to revert, about my spiritual journey. I have another blog about stories from my youth, my parents, and grandparents. It's a blog so my OCD daughter will not be able to throw it out when I die. I suffer from depression and anxiety, for which I am treated, so my posts may be a bit dark at times. C'est la vie.
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