Beverly Hills Chihuahua

I took Eryn to Beverly Hills Chihuahua today because Pooteewheet assured me she didn't want to go, despite that I took Eryn to the last few movies (WALL-E, good! Igor, bad!). I have to say I was pleasantly surprised. You think I'm kidding, right? Nope. Cream of the crop at Rotten Tomatoes (link above) gives it a 50%. That's like 10,000 times better than Garfield, A Tail of Two Kitties. The rating system is logarithmic every 10%, just like the Richter Scale. Don't believe me? Watch something in the single digits sometime, and then watch something in the upper teens. Both suck, but the single digit movies can't even be saved by a six pack of barley wine or cheap scotch and friends pretending to be bots. I went in expecting a 20% at best, so I was ecstatic to be treated to something finer with a good story that built from amusing to pretty silly and threw in enough scary to make Eryn yell, "Mommy!" a few times (that's her terrified cry). And the closest movie to compare it to isn't Lady and the Tramp, but Legally Blonde, which I was forced to sit through, so seeing it with dogs and with an age-appropriate audience this time was a step up in my estimation. If you're an adult without a kid, it's not for you. But if you have a five year old, it's parent tolerable, which is high praise.