What do you do at a bad movie?

Well, I went to see Final Fantasy last night, and although the animation was spectacular, it definitely counts (for me) as a bad movie. But the good kind.

Here’s what I did:

Laughed. But the theater was packed, and apparently only the LO and I thought the movie was funny, so I had to stifle my laughter. Damn near did myself an injury.

Predicted the dialogue. What was so funny about the movie was the utterly cliche script, and we are talking about cliches so bad (and so old) that I could mouth the lines before the characters did about 15% of the time. “Don’t leave me!” “We’re coming back for you, Sergeant.” “Just give me a gun.” And so on. If the theater had been empty, I’d’ve said it out loud, but I figured at least the pre-pubescent boys were probably enjoying themselves.

I not only survived, I had a lot of fun, and I actually came out thinking I’d gotten my money’s worth. (Though, to be honest, I’d have felt that way just seeing the movie, no sound. The animation really was that incredible.)