So, I’m watching an Agatha Christie movie with the fam this weekend.
You will all recognize the types:
Sister comes in at the start and announces that xcharacter is guilty. When xcharacter is killed off in the 2nd homicide, she leaves the room for water and never returns.
Older brother comes into the room about half way through, “Whatchya watchin?” “Murder Movie.” He studies the scene and characters for 5 minutes, announces the guilty party, gets up and leaves.
Little brother comes in and asks everyone to get him up-to-date. He then immediately announces his prognostication. As things develop, he goes to get a beer, never to return.
Mom comes in and says, “Ooooo, Agatha Christie!. I’ve seen them all! Which one is it?” “Arsenic and Old Lace.” “A classic. I know the end but I’ll watch it anyway.”
Wife starts guessing characters as the denouement builds, letting out a loud, “I can’t believe it was her!” at the reveal.
Cletus silently grabs another handful of popcorn and loads the Hercule Poirot video.
Family is cool. That’s a great story. Bet you didn’t mind having the ending spoiled either.
You are living the life of luxury, with a good family around you. Love stories like that.
You had me at “Agatha Christie”. All seriousness aside, the one and only Margaret Rutherford was adorable in character, and brought the indomitable Miss Marple alive to me.
I also get your fine point that you apply to the goofy troll, butting in right in the middle of our equally fine “ show”, just long enough to rattle his noisy popcorn sack, spill his coke, lay an egg or two, and then leave.