"The Bling Ring" is a typical Sophia Coppola film. That is, it is a depressing ill-formed story involving interesting and deeply flawed characters. Her films are well made, but very much NOT what I want out of a movie, and I will try very hard to remember that next time around.
"Monsters University" is cliche-ridden fluff, combining an "odd couple" plot, and a "triumph of the underdog" plot with every college movie trope that could be shoe-horned into a G rated movie. Of course, both "odd couple" and "triumph of the underdog" are so fundamentally robust that anyone who WANTS to enjoy them will, and this is no exception. And then there is Helen Mirren lending her voice to the incredibly fierce college president... I don't QUITE feel guilty for enjoying it, but it is a near thing.
In the meantime, our plush menagerie continues to grow. We resist, but we know it is inevitable. The latest addition is a smallish snowy owl that came in the mail as a thank-you gift from some wildlife group. He was funny looking; his head was crooked, and his beak was crooked. Dementia immediately took off his head, and asked me for suggestions on fixing the beak. I made one, it worked, Dementia re-attached the head in a less horrific attitude, and then the owl needed a name. There are naming conventions for some of the critter families, but none for owls, yet (and this was our fourth owl). Penguins, on the other hand, are named for south polar explorers (Ross, Shackleton, Byrd), and one of us suggested that we might extend that theme, since the owl was a polar creature.
"OK," I said, "How about Peary?"
Dementia shook her head. "We already have Perry Mastodon." (This is a REALLY obscure Wheaton College in-joke, by the way.)
"Franklin?" I suggested. Dementia considered it, and I started to sing, "Oh for just one time, I would take the Northwest passage, and find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea..."
"Beaufort," Dementia said firmly.
"Done," I said.
As always, sanity optional R us.