I am suddenly not sure I want to do this. I’m not even sure I want to see the rest of the movie. Hercules wakes up, and it’s like someone flipped a switch. He’s up and zooming, tearing in circles around the couch and coffee table and tangling all our legs. Then he slows like someone dropped him into a lower gear and starts heading for the back of the couch again: a danger sign. An escape hatch.
