Yesterday, I started a new prestige drama. Great acting. Gorgeous cinematography. Halfway through episode three, a character gave a monologue about the nature of grief that went on for eleven minutes. I felt my attention float away like a helium balloon.
I invented a new rule:
I paused the show. I looked at the remote. No Strings Attached -My Pervy Family- 2024 XXX ...
Does this make me shallow? Perhaps. My friends still argue about canon, lore, and whether the spin-off comic book contradicts the director’s cut. I smile, nod, and say, “I only saw the movie. It was fine.” Yesterday, I started a new prestige drama