Photo Credit: Twentieth Century Fox
I loved the first 45 minutes of Percy Jackson and the Olympians, not because it got worse as the movie went on, because that’s all I was able to watch. This is not the first time I’ve caught a small portion of a movie; in fact, I seem to be compiling quite a list of new releases that I’ve only partially viewed. You see, I have a very bad habit of insisting on taking both my kids to see movies together. Often, it’s because there’s just one of me, and as hard as my children, husband, and job try to rip me into multiple pieces, it cannot be done. I also do it because my son is finally at an age when he wants to see cool movies like Avatar, and Harry Potter, and yes, Percy Jackson; movies that I too would like to see. Unfortunately, my 5 year old daughter is not ready or interested in these types of flicks.
The younger siblings are often forced to adapt and grow up faster than the first borns. My daughter was playing with Bakugan and watching Spongebob at 3 years old. At 3, my son –the oldest-- was playing with Elmo, and watching Bob the Builder. But it’s not just the little ones who must compromise; I’ve forced my son to see movies he thought were too babyish, like the Princess and the Frog or too “girly,” like Hannah Montana. For him, those flicks were quasi-entertaining excuses to eat candy and popcorn, but he managed to sit through them. To my daughter, the action flicks we watch are chock full of boring conversations by un-animated people and nightmare educing scenes made by life-like special effects. I don’t have the luxury of telling her, “Eat your popcorn and enjoy,” when a CGI Hades –god of the underworld-- is shooting fireballs in her direction. No, that’s when I excuse myself and my children from the movie, eat the cost of the tickets and vow to find her a babysitter the next time. All this being said; I definitely recommend Percy Jackson to the eight and older crew… well, the first half anyway.