Like the first Avengers, I wasn't able to watch Despicable Me so I didn't know what to expect really. Amongst what currently were being shown though, it held the most appeal. Even Channing Tatum's charms failed to lure me into watching "White House Down" or Cathy Molina's success with her previous creations get me to buy tickets to her "Four Sisters and a Wedding" (It didn't help of course that Angel Locsin is in it).I'm not sure if watching the early installment would endear the minions to me but I kind of find them rowdy. And...buzzing noise and me simply don't mix :(
The movie has it's moment. It's weird but I like the part when Gru told the story of how El Macho died (or faked his death). Nobody laughed at the mention of the "fact" that "all was left of El Macho was the remains of his singed chest hair". I mean that was hilarious.
Well, like the Sarah G. concert, most of our (KZ and myself) theater company were moms and their kids of ages 12 and below. That's why...
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