Saw this last night.
The funny thing is, we went to the wrong movie. Mallory and I wanted to see "Dan in Real Life" and we bought tickets to the wrong one. Skull cramps, I guess.
About 10 minutes in we realized we were in the wrong movie, but we stuck it out.
It is not a very good movie, actually.
So I was glad I'd smuggled a bottle of cider in my purse. Needed something to kill the pain.
Mallory said she didn't know she was going to the movies with a Senior Delinquent. I said, "For pete's sake, Mallory, I'm 63 years old and if I want to smuggle a bottle of cider into a movie and drink it, whose business is that? I won't, you know, fling the bottle at the screen or anything."
My rating on August Rush: 1/3 star.