Mr. and Mrs. Smith

So last night we hired a babysitter and went on a date. Alone. No kids. For the first time in about a year and a half. We went to a restaurant and ate dinner without tending to any small people, feeding only ourselves. This meant we could actually make eye contact and have conversations of more than two sentences. And hold hands.

After dinner, we walked to the Uptown Theatre and bought tickets for Mr. and Mrs. Smith, our idea of a romantic date flick. This is a must have on DVD. The dialog is perfect. The physical comedy is beautiful, like the dance near the end with each disarming the other, knives and guns flying. Explosions, action, marriage counseling and true love, what’s not to like about this movie? Best hitman romantic comedy since Gross Pointe Blank. OK, so there aren’t a lot of hitman romantic comedies. But if they’re like Mr. and Mrs. Smith, there should be.