Watching a DVD with my folks is always an adventure.  They ask a lot of questions.  “Who is that person?”  “What is he doing?”  “Why is her hair purple?”

After the third or fourth question I tend to check out and go back to watching the film.  Then they start asking EACH OTHER questions.  (Like either of ‘em has the answer.)  “What is a mojito?”  “Why did they just set that on fire?”  “How many more bullets does he have?”

Today I tried to watch “Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World” with them.  I set up the premise in the most rudimentary way.  “There’s this kid who wants to date this girl, but she’s got a bunch of ex’s who are superheroes … or something.  Capiche?”

I knew it was not going to be their cup of tea, but I gave them the benefit of the doubt.  We weren’t even 90 seconds in to the opening credits when the running commentary started.  “I don’t like this music.  It’s too loud,” my mom announced to no one in particular.  My dad lasted about another 90 seconds before he went downstairs to watch Fox News.  That showed real progress.

My Scott Pilgrim movie-watching experience was interrupted no less than six times.  My aunt and uncle showed up to visit.  My mom wanted help in the kitchen.  I had to let the dog out.  And the list went on and on.  The 1:51 run time was extended to 3:42.

I thoroughly enjoyed the movie once it was all said and done.  Can’t say the same for my folks.   As my dad so eloquently put it later in the day, “Well, it wasn’t ‘Gunga Din’!  We should really rent ‘Gunga Din’ and watch that.”

I didn’t have the heart to tell him I’d rather watch Fox News.