Go to a real museum instead
Had I been born in the late-'90s, wallowing in the boredom of an extended recess from the trials and tribulations of my third-grade workload, I might have found something more in Shawn Levy's "Night at the Museum." Something beyond the countless underdeveloped B stories, a virtually unused Ricky Gervais and plot hole after plot hole The film is far from the best of the year, yet I can't help but realize that it served its purpose: entertaining an audience that doesn't keep tabs of how many dead ends a story can create within itself and possess a supporting cast that leaves their parents almost triumphantly exclaiming: "I bet the kids don't even know who that is."

