Movie Review, Interesting Night

For our date night this weekend, we went to see Pirates of the Caribbean 2 at the dollar theaters. Has everyone seen it? I had heard good things about it, but was overall disappointed.
**warning--spoilers ahead**
Here's what I liked:
Both this and the first movie have some moments of good humor. I like it when an "action" movie can also make me laugh.
Captain Jack Sparrow is a great character. I love his facial expressions and the way he runs.
The twist at the end when the girl handcuffed Jack to the boat--didn't see that coming.

Here's what bugged me:
Ok, this movie had NO closure whatsoever at the end. I understand that it's supposed to be part of a trilogy, but you can't leave me hanging like that! They honestly could've ended this one with "To Be Continued."
Yes, this is a pirate movie, so obviously there's going to be violence. But there were two scenes where completely innocent people were butchered and they didn't actually show it on the screen, but the off-camera sounds were bad enough. It bothered me.
I should've re-watched part 1 before we went to see this because there were several parts that I didn't understand that I'm sure were continuations of the first part.

Glad I didn't pay real theater prices to see it. Wish I would've known that it had no ending and maybe then I would've been less disappointed.

Ok, enough about the movie.

Last night was a rough night for Brandon. We put him and Whit to bed at their normal time--around 8 pm. They usually talk and read books for a while and we're fine with that. Well, last night around 8:45, we hear him crying in his bedroom. This boy hardly ever cries, so it was I was almost sure he was pretending. Or that maybe he had burned himself on his reading lamp. Andrew went in to check on him and he was truly having a breakdown. Since he had been out of school for the last 5 days, I had moved his backpack from its normal location, a little more out of the way. He hadn't seen it during the whole Thanksgiving break and was afraid he had lost it. That's what he was crying over! And it wasn't just a few little whimpery--he was full-blown sobbing. I felt so bad for him. As soon as we told him that his backpack was fine, he settled down. I went in to help comfort him and also to let him know that he hadn't done one of his homework assignments over the weekend. I should've waited until the morning to tell him that. I think he thought about that homework assignment all night because he came into my bedroom at 6:33--two minutes before I was going to wake him up--and said, "Mom, don't forget to wake me up in time to do my homework." He is going to be as obsessive about school and Andrew and I were.


Wow that was a long paragraph. Hope it made sense.