(I thought I'd let him go first, as my guest non-blogger. Scratch that. As the guest blogger I'm pretending to be...)
Greg: So, we go out for drinks with the Spencers and everything was great. I settled in with my Icee and popcorn and all was good with the world. Lisa insisted on dragging me to see No Country for Old Men, 'claiming' that I'd like it. Like Fargo. And the first 2/3 were pretty cool. But the ending sucked. The sympathetic main...What, honey? Fine, no spoilers. But believe me when I say it sucked. I don't know what my wife was thinking. And I never even watched Fargo, at least not all of it.
Lisa: I've been wanting to see No Country for Old Men since the brilliant Joshilyn Jackson praised it and called it the one movie to see this year. And when Ms. Jackson talks, I listen. Plus, it's garnering Oscar buzz, so became a must see.
I thought Greg would enjoy it too, since he liked Fargo. (Yes, he did too see it.)
So the film ends and I'm breathless, retracing the lines, letting Tommy Lee Jones' words sink in. Greg stands up and moans. MOANS.
I guess I see his point of view, and clearly he had a more satisfying, happier ending in mind. But really, some stories just don't let us off the hook so easily.
(The Kite Runner left me raw the weekend before - I cried during three scenes.)
I'll screen my picks better for his next foray; more action, less nuisance. But I'm not too worried if he complains again.
He's apt to claim he never went at all.