I don’t watch negative, depressing movies. I have my own problems in my own life, and I tend to deal with them rather nicely, thank you. So, I sure as hell don’t need to hear about someone else screwing up everything around them. Geesh, I hate Hollywierd. Movies are a “slice of life.”
Hollywood used to try to give us uplifting, positive slices of life that helped us cope or briefly escape — either of which is acceptable. Now, the leftwing movie moguls and their airheaded “stars” insist upon foisting the most negatives slices of life they can find on us — and telling us that’s all there is.
My idea of a happy ending now would be for everyone in Hollywierd — with the possible exception of Arnold the Pig — to drop dead.
I'll second that.
Maybe the terrorists, in their next attack, will target the source of the filth they always accuse America of exporting to the world.
Ditto. I remember once my husband’s boss threw a movie night for couples in his team as a reward for performance. He showed Schindler’s List. I was traumatized by the movie, but we couldn’t leave without offending the boss. On the way home from the event, I told my husband, “Whatever you did, DON’T DO IT AGAIN!!!!!”