The other day we were watching "Oblivion," which is a decent SF flick with only a few glaring plot holes (mostly related to the passage of time), even if we did spend the entire film shouting out what other movie any given scene was stolen from. When it got to the part where Tom Cruise beats up Tom Cruise (how could you not like such a scene? Either way, Tom Cruise takes a beating!), which was a pretty clean and well-scripted fight scene, Sophie leapt up, tears streaming down her face, and shouted,
"I DON'T LIKE THAT! TURN IT OFF! FIND ANOTHER SHOW WE CAN WATCH TOGETHER!"
Well, fair enough. She doesn't like violence; that's a good trait in a 3-year old.
But the next day we tried to watch Dr. Who - nope, the killer Santa robots were a bit too much. OK, then.
Last night we were watching "Ruby Sparks," a completely innocuous (and calorie-free) rom-com about a spoiled rich talented writer and his spoiled rich talented problems, and at one point a woman throws a glass of water in a man's face.
Cue the Sophie Alarm.
I have no idea how we're going to finish watching "The Walking Dead..."