A warrior is in a prison cell. His guard approaches and shows him the wooden sword that he will receive once he has earned his freedom. The warrior grabs it, uses his unlocked cell door to knock the guard down, and places the sword's tip on the guard's throat. He drives it in as one might hammer a post, a coarse and grisly death. Then, for some reason, swaying back and forth, the warrior yells down at the corpse, "Wood or steel, a point is still a point!"

If I'd known a movie version of Uncharted was soon coming out, I would have been a bit more guarded about admitting I'm a huge fan of the game to my editor. I am a fan, but I'm also a parent now, and I can't just leave the house on a whim for some entertainment. I need to hire a nanny to watch my kid, and like ordering popcorn and Twizzlers, that factors into the cost of catching a flick. This was this the first movie we've seen in a theater since Musa was born. I'm still waiting for the new Spider-Man to make it to streaming platforms, which is the only way my wife and I get to scratch our movie itch these days.