It's what everyone is talking about.
Well, everyone who is female and has a thing for vampires.
Yes, the Roo-girl and I went out last night to see "New Moon."
We have waxed eloquent about the "Twilight" series and the first movie in the past. Maybe not so eloquent about the first movie, which pretty much lived down to her (and my) expectations.
The universal sentiment among fans seemed to that the second episode was GREAT -- and if only this director would remake the first one, life would be good.
But, as your resident cynic, knowing how I felt about the first movie, I was a little uncertain how I would feel.
Well. In a word (or two): Loved it.
Roo and I shared a bag of meal-sized popcorn, a soda and some chocolate (dinner of champions!) and almost 2 1/2 hours of a moony, whiny Bella, who actually didn't annoy me nearly as much as she did before.
I could even possibly ... maybe ... I think ... be convinced to join Team Jacob. Edward was too mealy-mouthed this time.
But that's not the point of today's -- ahem -- review.
It was the ending.
Edward: "Marry me."
*Fade to black*
From behind us in the darkened theater came a couple of little sighs and a heartfelt "Ohhhhhh!"
And Roo burst out laughing.
"Really?" she cackled. "It's not like you don't know how the story comes out!"
We both howled at the "Moon" all the way home.