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Real Talk about REAL STEEL [Philosophical Monday]
So, REAL STEEL is interesting, in that it seems to have had a somewhat polarizing effect on couples. You either really wanted to see it (me) or really didn’t want to see it (CH). At the same time, it’s not like, say MIDNIGHT IN PARIS, a movie, which you’d be perfectly content to watch alone. No, REAL STEEL demands to be seen with a partner, a family member, or a friend — which is why I somewhat manipulated high-falutin’ CH (used the old “fine I’ll go by myself” okee-doke) into going to see this movie with me.
Was it worth the marital strife? In a word: yes. Because this movie is — in another (this time all-capped) word: AWESOME.
Listen, REAL STEEL is exactly what it looks like in the trailer. ROCKY meets OVER THE TOP meets Rock Em Sock Em Robots — really both Sylvester Stallone and Mattel deserve a cut of the gross. But seriously, when is the last time you watched a movie that wasn’t made for you, but for the 80s-era kid still lurking inside of you — and not in a craven way (lookin at you, TRANSFORMERS), but in an almost old-fashioned way, completely dependent on craft, relationships, and robots!
REAL STEEL is sooooo much fun and just full of awesome sauce. I laughed, I cried, I winced, I cheered — it was easily the best movie-going experience I’ve had since I can remember. Do yourself a favor. Check your inner-movie-critic at the door, and go see this good time disguised as movie.
And just in case you feel you can’t trust me on this one — CH (rather reluctantly) admitted to like it, too.