Up was delightful, both poignant and funny. I loved the montage near the beginning of how Mr. Fredricksen met his wife, and the evolution of their story. And I got quite a kick out of the old-man humor overall. Christopher loved it, Lauren thought it could be funnier, but she's going through that pre-teen phase, so who knows if that's a real input or just attitudinal. ;)
Tropic Thunder was every bit as funny and politically-incorrect as advertised. I really loved Robert Downey Jr. in it, who somehow managed to bring off a really questionable character (I can't imagine anyone else ever making that work). Jack Black was as obnoxious as ever, but it fit his character. The fake trailers at the beginning of the movie were gold ("Satan's Alley" is available via YouTube, though most of you have probably already seen it).
Smart People was pretty good. So many of the characters are unlikable (by intent) that you wind up getting a kick out of the feckless adopted brother who comes to slack his way around the dysfunctional families house. Ellen Paige is marvelous as the daughter with the runaway Electra Complex. Dennis Quaid lives up to the abrasiveness and assholery of his character. Jessica Parker... I just don't really care for her, and for a smart woman her character made some awfully stupid choices.
The Shield, S6 finally arrived, and that series never lets up. We'd have watched S6 ages ago except that we thought we were waiting for S7 (!). Still an intense, conflicted, and fascinating show. Plus, my love for C.C.H. Pounder never ends.
Weeds, S1: we watched the first episode on instant-download last night, which saved us big on the turnaround time. Everybody I know loves this series, but it's just not for me. I can't deal with the moral issues in it, particularly the parenting choices and the utter destruction of childhood innocence. The writing is snappy and the cast is great, but it's a poor match for me and HSH in terms of subject matter.
I mentioned a little while ago that I'm reading Birdwing to Christopher at bedtime. This book has a great premise, but I find myself wishing somebody else had written it! It's a post-"The Twelve Swans" story (the Hans Christian Anderson tale), which goes into the life of the brother whose nettle-shirt was not quite finished in time and who wound up with a swan's wing on one side of his body instead of an arm. It's a fantastic idea for a story, but the main character is more petulant than the young Luke Skywalker. I also find myself editorializing as I read: because of the wing, the character can communicate with animals and understands their speech, but the author cheats for an extended period when the character is dragging his poor horse through snow and ice and cold and yet he remains conveniently deaf to the horse's misery. This is followed by a scene where the character plans to feed himself on fish and the occasional seal, and What? You'd kill a seal, knowing what it feels like to be the seal?
Saturday night, we got to a section where the character encounters a walrus. In the middle of this, Christopher went off onto an unexpected tangent:
And because we also have loci and foci, and a ton of other examples, who can disagree with him? I've been cracking up myself and HSH ever since then, just randomly saying "walri." :0