Wendi and the kids and I got together this evening for dinner and a movie. Mind you, it was later than I originally though it’d be, but that’s understandable considering they all went to the airport (with all of the delays that entails) to see the kids’ maternal grandmother off homeward. We all went out to Applebee’s, then decided to rent a DVD instead of brave the crowds and costs at the cinema. (Besides, we couldn’t all agree on a movie; I’m wholly uninterested in the Potter flick, let alone Chicken Little. Bleah. And the less said about the new Zorro flick the better, apparently.) We picked out two movies, both animated: Steamboy, and Robots.

Tonight we watched Steamboy, and because I have kids with discerning tastes we unanimously agreed on subtitles and the original language rather than suffer the dub. While the voices fit somewhat better, I’m afraid that the movie is only barely improved on account of that fact. It’s still a big, loud, beautiful mess of a film, as I’ve said before (at considerable length).

Maybe I’ll watch Robots when I go visit the kids in a few days. Then again, maybe not.