if by "Children of Men" you mean, "have Clive Owen's baby," then sign me up

Kevin and I've not seen many movie-theater movies while living in California. It could have something to do with the ticket prices and our curmudgeonly cheapness, or it could have something to do with all of the other activities that we've been able to do. (It could have something to do with the DVR and the return of 24 and all of those Netflix movies too...)

Anyway, Saturday afternoon was rainy and grim, so we decided a movie was in order. Preferably, a rainy and grim movie. Thus, Children of Men was our selection.


The movie was solidly good - not exceptional, not even really "great," but definitely interesting and worth the price of our matinee ticket.

Well, Clive Owen would have been worth the price of a matinee ticket...

(Upon leaving the movie)
Amy: God, are you depressed yet?
Kevin: Yeah, I can't wait for the future.

(Later, while driving home)
Amy: You know, the good thing about the Cold War was Mutually Assured Destruction. I mean, when the world disintegrated, it would just blow up and not rot away.
Kevin: Do you think that world was rotting away?
Amy: Well, they did mention the 1,000 day siege in Seattle. I have to imagine that Seattle's not exactly in the top-10 cities in which to siege once the social fabric is torn. But really, how would you rather mankind go out: with a bang or with a whimper?*
Kevin: (Eyes rolling to the extent that his driving is impaired.) With a whimper.
Amy: But did you see that world? Ug. Eeking out a living...
Kevin: It's what most of the world does now anyway.
Amy: (Pause). Oh, snap.

* Yes, I really said this, because I am a secret English nerd and not afraid to admit it.