. . .I run in to feels the need to tel me about every movie he’s seen since the last time we were together. He’s a huge movie fan but the problem is he works at a theater so sees many, if not every, movies. Without any editorializing here is part of the conversation.
“I saw this one movie and it was disgusting.”
“Why was it disgusting?”
“At first it was okay. A little weird but then it got gross.”
“What was the problem?”
“About half way through they started killing people and it was a bloody mess.”
“Sounds like half the movies out these days.”
“You don’t understand. Then it got gross when they started with the hemophilia.”
“That would explain all the blood.”
“What are you talking about? They started fucking corpses. Don’t you know what that’s called?”
“I think only one of us here does.”
In case you were wondering, the name of the movie is Neon Demon.