We went to see Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium last night. Not since Thomas the Tank Engine and the Magic Railroad have I been so anxious for a movie to end. Samuel and Ethan both liked it, which I suppose is a victory. But they represent a pretty low bar to clear, frankly.
(When the movie ended, Samuel started clapping tentatively. There was silence throughout the rest of the theater. Victim of a slow clap that never catches on, he stopped after a few seconds.)
This was the cinematic equivalent of Britney at the VMAs. I kept hoping Natalie Portman would at least take her shirt off.
Not even.
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