Original settings

Mica and I went to Aquaman. She likes superhero movies and I like popcorn.

I don’t mind these movies but I wish there was more emphasis on character and plot than action. I realize I’m missing the point of the franchises. I still don’t know the difference between DC and Marvel—I can’t tell you which characters belong to which—but I prefer Ironman, Captain America and their ilk over Batman, Spiderman, etc.

Mica was psyched when I told her I’d watch this one only if we saw it in the theater. “Why this one?” she asked.

“I wouldn’t mind watching the guy on the big screen for a couple of hours.”

“What?”

“What can I tell you? Poldark was my gateway into the long hair, muscle thing. For some,” I emphasized. Mostly, that look doesn’t do anything for me.

The movie went on and on and on, and I was annoyed by the action sequences that were clearly all CGI. CGI has ruined more movies than it has helped.

After the movie we took the little white dog to the dog park where I met my first antisocial beagle. I didn’t even know that was possible. If I’d had holy water and whatever else one needs for an exorcism, I would have cast out the devil and restored the little thing to its original settings.