Although I have no memory of doing so, I evidently promised my son I would take him to see “A Minecraft Movie.” Thus, a rain-soaked Holy Saturday found me wandering the concrete bunker near the old mall looking for Theater 17.
Maybe it’s the viscous, goldenrod liquid the nice teenage girl called “popcorn butter,” maybe it’s the imperial gallon of Pepsi Zero® I consumed, I don’t know I’m not a doctor.
I actually liked the movie.
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