Over the weekend, Military Husband and I watched three movies: 1) Mazerunner: The Scorch Trials which is, in my opinion, the best teen apocalyptic movie series; 2) The Loft, which we both liked and is currently available on Netflix and; 3) The Visit, the latest M. Night Shamalamadingdong film, which, not surprisingly, was absolute garbage.
At least two of the three movies we saw were decent, and just like How I Met Your Mother's "Naked Man," two out of three ain't bad.
Two out of three times, guaranteed.
But truly, I digress.
Of course, I certainly can not forget that other movie I watched this weekend. My weekly routine which is like a "Lifetime" of listening to a screaming baby in a poopy diaper calling my name:
This week's Lifetime movie "Murder In Mexico: The Bruce Beresford-Redman Story" was another one of those true crime/beyond the headlines Lifetime movies. Bruce Beresford-Redman is an Emmy award winning reality television show producer, most notably Survivor and Pimp My Ride, who stood trial in Mexico for and was ultimately convicted of the murder of his wife Monica. You can read all about his story if you are interested: Bruce Beresford-Redman's Story. Like I wrote last week, usually, Lifetime does a decent job with these "true crime" movies.
But these past two weeks have just been PURE torture. And more torture than the usual Lifetime Saturday night. I mean, as soon as this movie began, I was like:
But I pressed on, all for you. Le Sigh.