While everyone else was off doing that Christmas shopping hustle this weekend, I just couldn’t muster the enthusiasm or strength to participate. The truth is I missed the shipping deadline, had a ton of present still left to be bought, and was still recovering from that awful stomach flu. The last thing anyone in my state would want to do is fight the crowds to buy useless shit that nobody really wants but will have to pretend they love because I gift wrapped the damn thing. Blah, blah, blah – bah humbug I know! So I did the only sensible thing that any other girl would do in my situation – I rallied up a few female friends to take in a flick. Maybe its just me and my friends but the chick flick of choice was obviously Death of a Superhero. For the average girl, maybe animation mingling with live action doesn’t necessary equal chick flick but I don’t think most people lump me into that category despite my love of all things pink so take this with a grain of salt like all things coming from me.
Death of a Superhero is a German/Ireland coming of age story that is based on a New Zealand book of the same name. Despite the New Zealand connection (not hating on NZ…just have a strange feeling that it might have been something in the water that has brought me to this state of once you go kiwi…you can never go back that I’m stuck in) I was so excited to see this film. Without revealing too much, what I will say is that the 3 of us left the theatre happy with our film-going experience and has even lead us to quoting one of my favourite lines in the movie – “life is a sexually transmitted disease, its spread by people having sex and then in the end it kills ya”. As for the delay in my Christmas shopping activities – I would say this was definitely worth it and would do it again in a heartbeat.