Friday I saw Little Miss Sunshine. I heard of the movie when it was released since it was whored all over Nerve.com. I really hate ads that block text and interstitial ads so I purposely didn’t click on any links to it while it was in my way of reading dirty sex essays.
Then my boy told me to go see it and he knows what type of movies I like. Actually he knows what type of movies I don’t like based on many nights of “Why are you making me watch this? Are you mad at me?” One night he was trying to get me to watch some political suspense movie or a Woody Allen movie, something I didn’t like. I requested a more fun, light movie so the next day he gets The Ringer. Johnny Knoxville pretending(?) to be retarded. I’m not making fun of him for trying to meet my request. It was very sweet. But yes, my boy thinks I’m special with a backwards S.
Anyway, the movie is great. The family is wonderfully broken and I like when movies allow little kids to be something other than “cute”. Go see it!