that I am an awesome wife —
I took my husband to see the third Resident Evil movie. And I let him buy me popcorn. Oh, and I only kind of mocked him for trying the nasty movie theater concession stand “chili dog”. (helpful tip: if the “chili” comes squirting out of a dispenser and the employee has to reach in and squish the plastic bag inside the dispenser to get it to squirt out, your chili dog *might* not taste very good. I’m just sayin’.)
As for the movie, I was entertained for most of the hour and a half, but I have a pretty high tolerance for bad movies/TV shows. Once I stopped trying to understand WHY the characters were doing what they were doing, I even kind of enjoyed the suspenseful zombie-ness of it all. I also enjoyed watching how the main character lady (whose name I am not going to attempt to spell and whose character name I don’t even kind of remember) gets to have her face airbrushed into perfection in nearly every shot while the rest of the poor schlubs have to look all dirty and grungy and nearly normal as they fight the living dead. Hey, when there’s really no plot to follow, you need something to look out for.
Best Wife Ever. That’s me. (yes, I have been leveraging this at home, don’t you worry.)