It’s been a really long time since C has taken me to the movies. I’m not complaining. I mean, I’m a liberated woman right? If I want to go to the movies I certainly don’t need to be taken there. I have a car. I have a VISA. But still, I find that I enjoy it more when someone is holding my hands… call me old fashioned if you must.
So Friday I worked up my womanly courage and asked C on a date. We had been wanting to see the second Sherlock Holmes.
Pertinent background: you may have missed this fact, but C is a true blue movie lover. Frankly, he’ll probably see any movie with me. Also, I am a true blue Holmes lover. The originals, the updates, I love it all. (Well, not all, but that’s not really what we’re talking about here.) We both liked the first RDJ/JL Holmes movie. Personally, I have never seen the appeal of JL, and I’m typically disappointed in the treatment of the Irene Adler character, but these things are not a surprise. And the movie still entertained.
But let me just tell you, the 2nd one was AWESOME! I didn’t only tolerate Mr. L, I liked him! Noomi Rapace, who I had never seen before, was fantastic. And RDJ, well, I always love him.
Bottom line, 9 mangoes. And it would’ve been 10 if they hadn’t made the pesky little mistake of referring to weight in pounds (a completely american term).