The Power of Three

And I’m not talking Charmed.

I’m sure you’ve all heard of the superstition that bad things happen in threes. Think about movie trilogies like Austin Powers, Barbershop, or Spiderman. Pretty terrible, right? Consider musical acts Wild Orchid, Cleopatra (comin’ attcha), The Jonas Brothers, and Wilson Philips. Stop happening! Two out of three of those gifts from the wise men sucked! And don’t kid yourself that it’s any kind of coincidence that there are three branches of government.

Sure there are exceptions, and you don’t need to fill our comments box with your “Hewey, Dewey and Louie” nonsense. I’ll just say Star Wars Episdoes 1, 2 & 3 and leave it at that. Hate to play that trump card but mama’s got to do it.

Little known fact: Blanche Devereaux is the "she" in every That's What She Said joke.

Noting this rich history of terribleness you can imagine my horror when I heard the news that Gary Coleman and Dennis Hopper bit it last week. I knew it was only a matter of time before we heard about what famous person that we’d forgotten about suddenly kicked the bucket. Well, we finally got our third corpse (you’re off the hook this time, Lindsey Lohan) but unfortuantely it was Rue McClanahan, of Blanche from Golden Girls fame, who passed away this morning. While I am relieved that it isn’t Betty White, yeah I said it, I’m still sad to hear this news. First Bea and now this? It’s almost too much to bear. Damn you, power of three! You’ve bested us yet again.

(Although if anything could turn this superstition around, perhaps it’s this. Fingers crossed!)

Mickey Rourke? Don’t you mean Chris Kirkpatrick?

It is only a matter of time before Chris Kirkpatrick is asked to join Dancing with the Stars.

As promised in our Summer Movie Preview video, Michael and I went to see Iron Man 2 this past weekend amidst an embarrassing, “What do you mean you bought your tickets for Pacific Place? I thought we were going to Cinerama” debacle. But we rebounded quickly and found out that a large diet coke really can solve all of your problems (am I right popfountain fans???). And once the annoyingly aggressive obese people behind us moved to the middle section to kick someone else’s chair we were home free. Warning: there weren’t really any good previews, so go ahead and keep looking for some good parking. You ain’t missing much.

But on to the main event. What a fun movie! Rob Down Jr, get in my life. You’re so funny and perfect for this role. You make it look easy, and it isn’t. And to the writers, thank you for not overcomplicating the plot and adding in too many villains with intricate (read: uninteresting) back stories like the Spiderman series. We go to Iron Man to laugh and you delivered. And besides the crazy resemblance of Mickey Rourke to *NSYNC forgettable Chris Kirkpatick I really didn’t have that much to gripe about. Not even Scar Jo, who I more often than not detest for her lack of acting chops and inability to breathe through her nose.  So instead of just saying what I, a 20-something poverty stricken media whore, have to say I interviewed my two adorable Iowan parents for that middle class Midwestern perspective. Read on, youse guys.