Movie review—aka, a grandmother grows up (a little more, anyway…)

I was pretty ticked off at my husband this morning, writing this on the day after one of the most meaningful occasions of each year for me–Christmas.  Visiting our adult children, last night they all decided (at my husband’s enthusiastic suggestion) to watch an older movie entitled “Safety Not Guaranteed”.  Bob is a huge movie buff, intensely creative in his own right, and is happy to watch some flicks multiple times to “get more out of them”.  A few years back I bought him the original King Kong with (no joke) several hours of background material, and (no joke) he watched it ALL.  He also chooses to watch