At the Drive In

On Thursday night, Chad and I decided to go on a date night at the drive in and see what could have been the most amazing double feature known to Geekdom and Teenage Boys: Transformers 2 and Star Trek.

First of all, I love the fact that we have a local drive in. The drive in movie experience is dying a slow death and I really hope that ours stays open long enough for Joseph and Gertrude to have memories of piling into the back of a truck with sleeping bags and pillows, eating hot dogs and nachos and watching movies in the outdoors on a larger than life screen.

Chad and I arrived shortly before Transformers began. We found a spot, parked, washed the windshield and then settled down to a night of watching things blow up.

Transformers was, in a word, disappointing. We'd both enjoyed the first movie - the cars, the special effects, the humor. This time around, well, the most we can hope is that they'll get their act together before the third installment. It just seemed to be geared towards fifteen-year-old boys. There wasn't really a plot and only a loose story. As Chad said, basically the story line was in place to allow the movie get from one chase/battle to the next.

And seriously...do they really expect me to believe that Megan Fox's tight white pants are going to stay white and unripped as she skids across sand and narrowly escapes exploding buildings? It was almost distracting how white they were. To the extent that Chad noticed.

We were disappointed, but that disappointment turned to sheer love (on my part) when Star Trek began. What an amazing movie! I'm so glad I finally got to see it and on the big screen. Whereas Transformers relied on humping dogs for humor, Star Trek kept it light with witty one-liners and an homage to famous Trek sayings. It was fast paced and well written and, really, I loved every minute.

Even Chad...my dear, sweet, non-sci fi husband enjoyed it.

Side note: When Chad and I first started dating, I was trying to get him to dance with me. With a flirty little smile, I said, "Resistance is futile." He looked at me with absolutely no recognition of one of the most famous Star Trek lines. I added, "You know...like the Borg..." He looked at me blankly, "The Borg? What are you talking about?" And it's not just TNG that he's not hip to...he didn't get it when, in response to his complaint that I was taking too long to get ready, I quipped in a bad Scottish accent, "I'm giving her all I've got, Captain."

The movie ended at 1:15. In the morning. We were exhausted, but on the drive home agreed that our date night was well worth it. (When did we get so old? No. Really.)