The teenager having been thoroughly impressed a while back with Trainspotting told me she wanted to watch another movie that I picked, and that I could pick whatever I wanted, so she got Donnie Darko.
At the end she turned to me and stated “I really, really liked that, but then he just dies at the end which is just a shitter version of ‘and then he woke up and it was a dream’” and I had to concede that not only was she correct, but I had also chosen a film with a talking animal in it.
How the tables turn etc.
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