Once a month a babysitter comes to the house so Marty and I can have a night out.  We always go out for dinner and usually to a movie.  Last night, we had just a few choices for movies that weren't kid movies and didn't star The Rock.  Really, the choice came down to Talladega Nights or The Wicker Man.  We decided to pick The Wicker Man, knowing that we rarely go to movies that look like they might be kind of scary and figured it would probably be pretty good if Nicholas Cage decided to do the movie.

Let me do you a favor - save your money and don't go to this movie.  Don't even add it to your Netflix queue.  It was that dumb.  Not a comedy, we laughed more at this movie than we have at most comedies.  I'm not sure why Nicholas Cage chose to do this movie.  Here's what I imagine him to look like at the premiere when he realized what a poor choice he'd made.


I would have rather taken our night out to go see a special screening of Toy Story, and I don't think any parent in their right mind would watch that film on date night without having first had an elective lobotomy.