The solution? I don't see the movies. And I don't criticize those who do. I have never once called them superannuated pre-pubescent morons with attention spans you'd need an atomic clock to measure, not me, not even once. Well, once. Approximately.
No, my tastes are a little more highbrow than that - Sylvia Plath poetry, for example. "Oh, the tea was cold today / and my little dog Fluffy has the runs / I think I'll slash my wrists." Damn, that sings. Modern art, too. If it can't be done through multicolored wino vomit it's really a little passe, don't you think? Well, I sure do. Class and taste, that's me. No comix.
I hate you all.
No, my tastes are a little more highbrow than that - Sylvia Plath poetry, for example. “Oh, the tea was cold today / and my little dog Fluffy has the runs / I think I’ll slash my wrists.”
LOL! Only...Sylvia’s first attempted asphyxiation was unsuccessful as it turned out to be an electric oven.
;^)