"Night at the Museum"

I saw "Night at the Museum" with my brother David last night. David had brought the Netflix DVD over a few weeks ago, and it had sat around, just waiting for an opportunity to be watched. Last night, the parents were out at the Kennedy Center enjoying a violin performance by a Korean lady who'd gone to Juilliard; my brother Sean was going his own concert but had told us not to attend: the group he was gigging with apparently sucks.

So David and I went out to Taco Bell and grabbed two manly meals before heading back to watch this kiddie flick.

One-sentence review:

"Night at the Museum" was enjoyable at the kiddie level despite numerous plot holes and logical inconsistencies, not to mention the philosophical problems that arise when we begin to speculate on the inner lives of previously inanimate wax figures, statues, and bones; Dick Van Dyke's hilarious takedown of Ben Stiller with a jumping, spinning back kick was, in itself, worth the price of admission.


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