I took Aaron to "I Am Legend" for his birthday. I wouldn't bother if I were you. Once the dog dies, you stop caring. (And no, that's not a real spoiler, so spare me the emails. If you don't see the German shepherd heading for oblivion within the first five minutes, you need cognitive assistance.) In general, the increased cardiovascular skills of zombies these past few years have been a great disappointment. The novelty wore off pretty quickly. The great thing about the old-school zombies was that they staggered toward you slowly, menacingly and you could even bob and weave around them a bit. Now they come at you like bats out of Gitmo. No suspense. Just jumps. Whatever happened to suspense?

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