Pirates of the Caribbean: At Wit's End

I love movies.

If you ask me, there are few things better than hunkering down in front of the TV and getting lost inside a good story. (Of course, getting lost inside a good book is one of those few things that are better. But I digress.)

I have my favorites actors and actresses: Tom Hanks, Adam Sandler, Mel Gibson, Orlando Bloom, Johnny Depp, Drew Barrymore and Lea Thompson.

I have an eclectic taste in movies: Forest Gump, Billy Madison, The Green Mile, Die Hard, Braveheart, The Lord of the Rings trilogy, Back to the Future trilogy. I'll give any good horror movie a shot, and I've seen the original Star Wars movies so many times I have them memorized.

Unfortunately, I've realized that there are certain movies out there I was never meant to see.

When I was in college, my husband (then boyfriend) and I tried to watch Maximum Overdrive five different times. But before we could get halfway into it, I fell asleep . . . each time.

We tried watching it again several years later, but the same thing happened. (I've come to the conclusion that the movie contains a subliminal hypnosis element that allows me to fall into that deep sleep.)

I'd really like to know how Maximum Overdrive ends. I mean, Dana has told me how it ends, but I'd really like to watch it.

Ya know?

Last night, I discovered another movie that I'm destined never to watch. I'm pretty angry about it, too, because this particular flick is the last in a trilogy I'd really like to see. I need closure.

Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End

I've had the DVD in my possession for more than a year, but every time my family sits down to watch it, I'm either heading to bed or busy working or just not in the mood to watch a movie.

I've caught snippets of it. I've laughed at the scenes I've watched. I'm excited about seeing it all the way through, but I haven't had the time to watch it . . . until last night.

After my 13-year-old finished scaring her friends with The People Under the Stairs at her Friday the 13th party, Dana and I decided to commandeer the living room and finally watch At World's End.

Conditions were perfect. Elizabeth had gone to bed. Molly and her friends were doing what 13-year-old girls do at slumber parties (I learned this morning that I can't divulge to the male species what really happens between teenage girls at slumber parties. Giving away this secret just might disrupt the space-time continuum. Or it just might ruin the fantasy of teenage boys everywhere. Again, I digress.) and we had the room to ourselves.

Guess what? Not even fifteen minutes into the movie, I fell asleep.

So, go ahead. If you've seen this movie, spoil the ending for me.

It's pretty obvious I'll never get to see it.


Have a great weekend everyone!