Warning! Warning! Warning!

So, the Cub had a friend sleep over at my folks' place, which left me and the Ladyfriend free to do whatever. We thought we'd take advantage of this brief respite to go see a grownup movie.

"Grownup" is a somewhat elastic term. It could either mean people making babies or people blowing each other up or whatever. Or it could mean a movie that looked to be perfectly okay for kids to see, but if they were taken to see it, they'd be mutinous about 20 minutes into it.

It was this latter category of movie we decided to see. Specifically, The Prairie Home Companion.

Well, I wasn't mutinous, but I was dern near it. Good lord! That was hands down, the most boring movie I've ever seen by a freakin' mile. Jeez. That was five minutes of action stuffed into two and a half hours.

Here's how it worked: a fairly funny scene then Garrison Keillor singing folk songs for the next ten minutes, a decent joke, 10 more minutes of folk music, Meryl Streep emoting (poorly) in a really phony sounding upper-Midwest accent.

Dull, dull, dull. If you're under the age of 60 or you're unlobotomized, I suggest you avoid this movie at all costs.