My husband loves when I do that. But this scene just gets me every time – all I have to do is hear the music and I’m done for. That’s how good it is. (And how hopeless I am.)
It’s from “How to Train Your Dragon,” a movie that I thoroughly expected to hate after the way they advertised it. Does anyone remember the last winter Olympics when they had the unending barrage of commercials? And not only that, but the annoyingly-accented characters who kept popping up in on-screen graphic ads, and then actually competing in these stupid little Viking Olympic games? Grating. (read more)
