Long ago, I lost a spelling bee for the word "mien." Then last week, I lost ANOTHER spelling bee for the word "glib." THERE'S NO WAY THAT'S A COINCENCE. No. Way. FOUR IS UNLUCKY, END OF STORY.
I'm watching a movie about a man's wife who is brutally murdered by a serial killer and his son is left physically damaged. A few years later, his son is kidnapped and his dad has to track and chase the kidnapper thousands of miles with the help of a mentally disabled woman. It's called Finding Nemo.