Before the reviews start, a picture. Just because.
I think can say with near-certainty that I'm going to be the only person EVER to review these three in the same post.
First, I finished The Distant Hours (Kate Morton) just before Christmas. I didn't like it as much as her other two, and I imagine it will fade into the "miscellaneous England-in-Wartime novels" panorama in my brain. If you're at the airport and need something for the plane, pick it up. Otherwise, it's not going to be a tragedy to miss it.
Then, El Stepson was invited to the Ipswich panto (Jack and the Beanstalk) by a school friend, so John & I found ourselves with 3 hours to kill between 7 and 10pm on a random Thursday night. In Ipswich. With the car. Bizarrely, all the movies started either too early or too late, so we stopped by Cineworld to see what we could scrounge up. At 7:30, having posted The Boy to the panto, we threw ourselves at the mercy of the Cineworld ticket agent.
Criteria: (1) Must finish by 10. (2) Preferably not 3D, since it makes me queasy. (3) Not TOO far into the movie.
The ticket agent took this as a challenge. Her suggestion: "Burl-squee." "Um, you mean the one with Cher?" "Yup, Cher. It started 10 minutes ago." "PERFECT!"
As many of the other reviewers have said, it went with the "mash every cliche you can think of into the movie - it'll be great!!" school of thought. Christina Aguilera stole the show, Stanley Tucci was fabulous, dahling, and Cher managed to hold the whole thing together. VERY silly movie and not necessarily something I would have chosen, but it killed the allotted time slot very well.
Finally, the boys walked to Blockbuster yesterday afternoon and rented Scott Pilgrim vs. The World, which we all really enjoyed. There was enough "POW" and "BLAM!" for the boys to enjoy themselves, with a very cute story that I thought was pretty funny. A little racy for a 13-year-old, but not too bad.