Sunday night Ryan and I popped in a copy of My Super Ex Girlfriend into the player and we just about died with joy.
It was so bad - the kind of bad where you feel embarassed for the actors - that we had to stop after fifteen minutes. Even though the movie was unwatchable, it was a gift.
My husband ran off to his computer and figured out his new screenplay. I whipped out my trusty AlphaSmart and wrote a scene that had me, literally, on the edge of my chair.
When I suffer through a horrible movie (the love scene from Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones ... shudder), I think to myself: if those guys could get that junker off the ground than damn it, there's hope for me!
If a book doesn't grab me by page five, I read the last chapter and then never open the book again.
However, the movies and books that I really have trouble with are the good ones. Depending on my current level of vulnerability, I can either finish with a renewed spirit, or feel the weight of every tree that died to provide the paper on which my books are printed.
Do you think I'm weird?
Don't worry, I can handle it.