Hubby and I celebrated Valentine’s Day last weekend, because our babysitter wasn’t available this weekend. Our plan was dinner at Harry’s Pacific Grill (the lettuce wraps are sooo yummy) followed by a limited-release, Oscar-nominated movie, The Hurt Locker. We both got up really early that day, etc. etc., and ended up going straight home after dinner to watch rented movies. Sometimes, when the kids are at Grandma’s overnight, staying in sounds like a great idea!

First we watched The Perfect Getaway. I love movies about pretty people having trouble in paradise, but this one was a disappointment.

Good acting, gorgeous scenery (Hawaii looked nice, too), and lots of action made it watchable. The plot just didn’t work for me.

Next was Paranormal Activity! I almost wouldn’t let my husband rent this. I used to love scary movies, but nowadays I prefer to sleep peacefully. My imagination is wild enough on its own, thanks very much.

In the interest of heavy snuggling, I allowed it. And–it wasn’t that scary. I’m a huge fan of The Blair Witch Project, and I totally admire low budget, no-frills flicks. The problem wasn’t lack of special effects, but my inability to suspend disbelief. What kind of crazy woman sleeps on the vulnerable side of the bed, near an open door? And continues to do so, when there’s a freaky presence coming down the hall at night?

Not. Ever. Happening.

Her boyfriend, who was very protective, never offered to take this spot. It didn’t make sense. I still enjoyed the movie, but it failed on many levels for me.

I should have seen The Hurt Locker! Next time.