Me (fiddling in the kitchen): Oh, I'm not watching it. I'll be ready to go upstairs in a minute.
Greg (eating his nightly cookies & milk): Oh, me neither.
And then we are supernaturally sucked in, again.
I guess it's time to admit - with the Oscars just around the corner - that while I love a good movie, I can't resist Jack Black and his kiddie rock band.
Guilty, guilty pleasure.