Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve actually become a little keyed up about the summer movie season. I’ll admit that, but it’s certainly what I would call a cautious optimism. It’s nice to be excited about the new few months of movies for a change. It’s not that I’m completely against a long season of what is supposed to be one glorious, artery-clogging blockbuster after another. I just have a habit of getting bored easily, and very few things keep my disinterest higher than sequels to movies I barely cared about the first time, remakes of things that didn’t need the treatment, comedies that don’t strike me as particularly funny and epics that just don’t appeal to my tastes.

It’s interesting the way movies can grow on you. The same can be true for actors, actresses, directors or just about anything, but I especially like it when a movie surprises me in ways I didn’t get the first time around. A good, recent case-in-point would be Scott Pilgrim vs. The World. I saw it in theaters in 2010. I liked it a lot, the movie had a wonderful, crazed energy, a great cast and a steady sense of humor that never became obnoxious, but it wasn’t the best thing I had seen all year. I enjoyed it, moved on with my life and didn’t plan on seeing it again.