No, no, no! Don't worry! She doesn't think that at all! She just loves HOOK, because she's... well, she's a Disney Princess inside. And there's a part of her that really, still can't understand how one can hate HOOK, bad as a movie as it is.

(At this juncture, the Henchgirl snatches the computer to add, "Also, I had a Carol Ferris--er...a dirty martini--in me, so I don't remember exactly what it was about that Hook post that set me off on that hug-and-cookie track. Drinking causes the Disney Princess Personality Problem to become tenfold 'cause it robs me of all ability to hide it. I just can't grasp the mere concept of pessimism/cynicism/etc. in that state. Everyone must be happy and have hugs and cookies always! I mean, I believe that usually, but especially when I'm drinking. And...I'm not making much sense! Hooray hangovers! Ultimately, blame vodka. I don't think you're dead inside, but cookies and hugs still make everything better. Here, Boy, have the computer back.")

Thanks, girl.

Also, Box, bear in mind, I'm still catching her up on much of classic Spielberg, so that Lucasian shift in quality (not the Lucas himself was ever truly great on his own) isn't as jarring. It's a film that hits personal notes to her, and I'm increasingly noticing that she isn't the only one of our age group.