My wife and I saw Nacho Libre last night which left us twenty bucks light and robbed us of two hours of our life we’ll never recover. Anywho, before the show started we endured the usual gauntlet of ads and previews until just before the main attraction (the end credits, yay! Just kidding) when they showed the Dolby sound bit featuring the talented kids from Stomp. Of course we’ve seen this dozens of times in the past but this time I noticed something odd. You’ve seen the piece, right? The brooms, the keys, the boots, the garbage cans: stompity stomp, left speaker right speaker, jingle jingle woosh woosh, above and behind, oooooh how do they do it, clickety clack boom boom, I’m so glad there’s dolby digital in the room. So yeah, it’s all there to show off the precision Dolby Digital enhanced audio performance you’re so glad you plunked down twenty bucks to see. But wait! Half way through this audial orgasm, one of the Stomp kids is on his feet leaning back and windmilling two garbage can lids about his head. No sound. Just the windmilling garbage can lids. To demonstrate the awesome Dolby Digital experience. I mean what the fuck? Didn’t someone tell him to make some noise? Was he given autonomous free rein to do as he pleased: to interpret the needs of the fine folks at Dolby as he saw fit? Off with his head! Off with his arms! Not necessarily in that order! And give us our twenty bucks back. Nacho Libre sucked (except for the part where he climbs the cliff to eat the eagle egg yolk).

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