In an effort to provide my kids just a touch of historical pop culture, we rented Raiders of the Lost Ark for family movie night. There are so many allusions to this flick in movies and video games and TV shows that it's simply a must-see.
Unfortunately, this cinematic experience didn't appeal to my pre-teen girls the way it did to me as a 13-year old boy. Too much action. Too much adventure. Too much violence. Too many dead bodies and snakes and spiders.
Clearly the other three Indy movies need to come off the schedule, and my plans for a James Bond movie marathon have been abandoned completely.
Sometimes I think it would be nice if I didn't have the only Y-chromosome in the family. I mean, the only other male around is Tucker the cat, and he's not even allowed in the house.