Tonight, kitanzi and I continued working our way through the stack of DVDs in the to-be-watched pile. It was her turn to pick, and she chose Thor, a film which I had seen in the theatre but she had not.
Thor is, I thought, a surprisingly good comic-book action flick. I was dubious that a character as inherently silly as Thor could be turned into a decent movie vehicle, but between a JMS co-written script, Ken Branagh’s direction, and a stellar cast headed up by Chris Hemsworth, Natalie Portman, and Anthony Hopkins, it turned out to be a fun, breezy romp, and the Asgaard visuals are nothing less than stunning.
But that’s not what I came to tell you about. I came to tell you about why I’m so very lucky that kitanzi loves me so much.
Towards the end of the film, Thor, having been fully restored his powers, is going to fly off to the transfer site to take the Bifrost bridge back to Asgaard to confront his brother, Loki. He pulls Dr. Foster (Portman) to his side, and flashes her that impossible grin of his, causing her to give out a small, schoolgirlish giggle.
I couldn’t help myself. I leaned over to Kit, and softly whispered, “The hammer is my penis.”
And we both cracked up. We had to pause the movie. And she hit me at least twice over the course of the next half hour.
I’m lucky she loves me. Hell, I’m lucky she’s still speaking to me. 🙂