What Makes a Movie "Good" and Other Thoughts

I just returned from watching the movie, Igor, with my son. I was asked if the movie was good, and I answered that I didn't think it was destined to become a classic. That answer was truthful-- the movie itself was dreadful.

What sticks in my mind, and makes me question my answer, was my feeling upon exiting the theater. My son and I traveled to the movie on this rainy afternoon, neither one of us particularly wanting to see this movie. We skipped through the puddles to the theater and purchased an armload of popcorn and other treats. Then we made our way to our seats.

I say our seats because they are always the same-- the last row and on the aisle. We both walk there instinctively and he is always relieved when he looks up the stairs and finds them empty and waiting for us.

We settled into the seats and discussed each preview and made our plans for future outings. We discussed when he will be able to see PG-13 movies, and once again I held my ground. As the lights dropped, he propped his leg over mine.

As the movie progressed and the plot lagged, we exchanged glances. I knew he was only marginally interested, but he smiled at me nonetheless. After a while he leaned over and nestled his head on my arm. We sat huddled there for the remainder of the movie.

When the credits started to roll, he stood up, stretched, and told me that he loves going to the movies with me. I answered, "me too" and urged him not to forget his coat. As we walked toward the exit, he reminded me of the next movie we plan to see.

No, Igor will probably never be a movie classic, but an afternoon curled up next to my son will always be priceless.