I liked it. I really, really liked it.

On the way to supper Saturday night, Grayson and I were chatting about the movie we planned to watch later that night. He'd picked up An Education at the library, since we'd both sort of wanted to see it and we'd heard good things about it from friends and family.

Me: "I hope I like it. My prediction is that I'll end up thinking it was a good film, but I wasn't entertained."

Grayson: [grimacing] "That's your problem. You need to be ENTERTAINED so much."

Well. I'm sorry. But if I give up two hours for a movie, I pretty much want to feel like I was entertained, as opposed to, say, feeling like I might as well have spent the afternoon at the slaughterhouse.

As it turned out, I actually really liked it. I liked it better up until * SPOILER ALERT * we found out that the guy was a real d-bag, but it ended up OK, I guess.

My friend Melanie sees every movie that comes out, and afterward she gives me "The Kat Review." This review is based primarily on three things: 1) Does any serious harm come to children in it?  2) Are the good things that happen in it outweighed by the bad things that happen in it?  And 3) Is there any racism in it? In general, if the answer to any of those three things is Yes, she will tell me not to see it. So yesterday when I talked to her:

Me: "Remind me if you told me I should see An Education or not. I can't remember."

Melanie: "I think I told you that you should see it. I think I said that you would like most of it but then something would happen that you really would NOT like, but then in the end enough good things happened that you'd probably be alright with it. That you would like it MUCH better than you liked Slumdog."

Me: "YOU ARE ONE HUNDRED PERCENT CORRECT."

See? This is why I have my own personal movie reviewer. She nails it every time.