Just the other day, I swore off movies for the rest of the summer. I do that, I get into these little snits and make broad proclamations like “Fuck it, I’m not going to see another movie. All summer.” And I say things like this because a) something bad happened or b) I’m trying to feel sorry for myself or 3) I’m pretty sure there aren’t any movies coming out that I need to see.
I mean, there isn’t a Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter or Anaconda coming out. So I can safely stay in my little cave and gnaw rocks and pretend movies don’t exist. Right? Right?
Wrong.
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