Music Monday

Every Friday night we have movie night at my house. Hubba-hubba picks up some food on his way home from work and we nosh in front of the television while watching a movie. I love movie night.

The other day I recorded Night at the Museum, which I remember getting very mixed reviews when it came out. I was going to take Mr. P to see it in the theaters, but I thought he was just a bit too young. So we watched it and he loved it, and oddly enough, I find it a very entertaining movie. I hate it when people say, "But god, that plot point was soooo contrived!" Well duh, it's a movie, the entire thing by definition is contrived! And speaking like Yoda Gina is.

This song plays as the end credits of the movie are rolling, and I annoy Mr. P as I dance to it, because it is ever so danceable. Getcha groove on!

Comments

dgm said…
Oh yeah! Love that! Thanks for starting my Monday off right :-)
5:53 AM
J said…
We saw Night at the Museum in the theater, and we all really enjoyed it. Fine art? No. Good fun? Yes.

We went to the movies on Saturday, and there was a big promo for a sequel. Just FYI.

Fun song, and totally danceable.
8:03 AM
Autumn's Mom said…
I liked it too. I like movies that are fun just as much as I like big action or something thought provoking. I'm well rounded like that ;)
10:52 AM
Heidi said…
Definately dance music. We all loved Night at the Museum.
4:52 PM
Patois42 said…
My best friend took my daughter to see it in the theatres. Based on their recommendation, we bought the DVD when it came out. I think I've watched it five times already. And I'm up for watching it another five.
7:31 PM
Fantastic Forrest said…
We've loved the movie each of the zillion times we've watched it. Thanks for the music clip. I danced and annoyed my Amazing Children.

You won my heart with "And talking like Yoda Gina is." :-)
11:14 PM
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