Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeekquel

[Drunk Monk]

I wanted to see Hugo. I was vetoed by my mom. I don't know why. Something about her preferring animated kid's flicks to live ones (never mind that this is mostly live, with only animated chipmunks). I'm not going to argue with my mom over such trivial matters nowadays. She takes care of my dad. She told me that she talked to two of her friends that she hadn't seen recently - asked them how they were doing. Their reply? One said she just buried her husband and daughter. The other said her son just committed suicide. Ouch. If mom wants to see stupid chipmunks with T, well, I won't deny here that.

But OMG, what a horrible film. Ever go to a movie and try to fall asleep? I figured I could catch a few winks at least. But no. Those squeaky chipmunks were too damn loud with their song interpretations.

Damn Jason Lee. I used to love him as Earl. Now he's figured he can just phone in this franchise because Jaime isn't there to sass him back. He just talks to air, and the chipmunks get added later.

This film could have used a sword fight where all those little rodents were shish-ka-bobbed and roasted over a fire on the beach.

T & mom liked it. I think T liked it even more because Daddy didn't like it.

Tonight, Girl w/the Dragon Tattoo - some good rape and revenge to soap, lather, rinse and repeat my chipmunk addled head.