I had the day off today, and Nathan was home with strep.
About 9:30, he padded into the office and said “Dad, can we watch a movie I’m old enough for but Aaron isn’t?”
Heh. All right, son. Let me think.
Mommy vetoed Alien, but The Terminator made it through our discussion. So we watched it. And then we watched Terminator 2: Judgment Day.
If you haven’t seen it in a while, you may not remember that The Terminator wasn’t made with a large budget. I was pleased that Nathan appreciated it, which was hardly a slam-dunk for a kid raised immersed in CGI, you know. The conception of John Connor was a bit racier than I remembered, but the rest of it was in line with what I was expecting.
I saw T2 on a double date at age 20, and promptly proclaimed it the best movie I’d ever seen. As state-of-the-art as it was, it’s 22 years old now. I can report that it is just as enrapturing now as it was then.
“Just think. I’ll be able to play Gears of War games soon,” he tossed in a little while ago.
‘Cause, you know, when the door opens a bit, you need to cram as much of your foot in it as possible.