…I just turned a movie off before I finished it.
Twenty minutes into Don’t Breathe, which I had actually been wanting to see, I turned it off.
I didn’t care.
About any of it.
I can’t even call this a review because I didn’t finish it.
But I guess that’s a kind of review, huh?
The only other time that’s happened was when I tried to slog my way through Thirteen Ghosts, and made it an hour and fifteen minutes before giving up.
Can you imagine how I felt, investing that long, hoping it would become good enough to finish before finally accepting that it wasn’t going to, and chalking the loss of time up to the universe being a stone cold be-atch?
Felt just like this.
Only this didn’t take as long.