A couple of weeks ago, I took Sally, Louis and Elliot to see Finding Dory, which was so boring. Even they knew it was boring. "It wasn't funny," Elliot said. "It was just sad."
Sally (4) got the message. The minute the lights went up she fell into emotional bawling. "I want my mom and dad," she sobbed. Whaaaa! Whaaaa! Whaaaa!
Did she want to go home? No. She just wanted to cry her sadness out through the theater and into the women's bathroom and out to the car.
I was okay with that. "Let's go to my house and watch My Little Pony," I said. She nodded. Good idea.
We have three computers, one for each of them. Perfection.
I said we could do better the following week. And we did with The Secret Lives of Pets, which was funny. Plus, it took place in NYC and Brooklyn which were astonishing in a cartoon. NYC deserves its own cartoon.
Finding Dory was like standing in front of an aquarium for two hours.