Because there are two small children in the house, our movie options get a bit limited, so we have to hit the back catalog of movies that appear safe for children.  For that reason, we chose to get the 2005 remake of Yours, Mine and Ours.

The good news is, it's only 87 minutes long.  The bad news is, they manage to cram enough wooden acting, absurd storylines, improbable situations, lame humor, predictability and obvious plot-holes into those 87 minutes that it feels like an eternity.  It might be passable cinema if you're six years old.  Or severely drunk.  Or unconscious.  But it's safe for children.  Unless, of course, you worry about offending their common sense.

Gran Torino fucking rules.  Sorry Mom, I had to swear there, because it totally fucking rules.  Oh shit, I swore again.  Shit.  Oh well, go see it.  Clint Eastwood will totally tear your face off with his unforgiving shittiness.  Seriously.  He's such a prick, but you'll like him, and when the end comes...well, you'll just cry like a pussycake.  Sorry, mom, but...well, maybe you wouldn't like it.  There's a lot of cussing.  But if you're reading this and you're not my Mom, go see Gran Torino.  Seriously.  It's Oscar material.