Why a Bearded, 29 Year Old Man Can’t Wait for THE LEGO MOVIE


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Legos have been around since the 1950s, but it seems that the height of  popularity for those one-of-a-kind blocks was during my childhood, in the 80s and 90s.  So imagine my surprise when those little rug mines (have you ever stepped on one barefoot?  Pain.  Pure pain) have led a resurgence through their unique video games that touch on the most popular licenses.

Hell, I remember playing with those blocks as a youngling who was obsessed with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and after almost three decades, I’m still obsessed. But really, why would THEY CAST MEGAN FOX AS… breathe in…phew.

Ok. Legos. Right. I remember one Christmas, I was so stoked about a box of Legos (it was the space-themed one) that I immediately started building whatever I could imagine. And that’s probably what is so genius about interlocking blocks. It plays off of a child’s imagination.

 

Those brilliant bastards!

Now this is exactly why I think the movie, appropriately deemed, The Lego Movie, is a step with the right foot in the right direction. Imagination. It is at the heart of the movie. At least that is what I’ve learned from watching the trailer.

Did you guys see a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle in there? Mind KER-BLOOSH! Will there ever be a movie where we have Batman, Mikey from TMNT, and Abe goddamn Lincoln again?! Doubt it. (Unless there’s some crazy animated drug PSA in the works I don’t know about.) I believe they did a phenomenal job with their casting too. Will Arnett will most likely be everyone’s third favorite Batman. Of course, right after Kevin Conroy and Michael Keaton.

Don’t worry, Will. Third is still really good for Best Batman.

I will definitely not be ashamed to walk my bearded, 29 year-old ass into that theater to watch a kid’s movie. Because I know this film is made for us.

Buried deep down under all the alcohol, stress, regret, depressing animal donation commercials, and terrible fast food, we’re all big ol’ kiddos. We deserve to indulge our immature side, even if it’s just for an hour and forty minutes.