So naturally, I decided to go and watch it, alone, at 2 in the morning.
“Wow! This movie is INCREDIBLY idiotic and predictable already!”, I thought.
“I can literally tell what the characters are going to say next! Who in their right mind would ever want to watch—”
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU NOT IN MY BED RIGHT NOW.
And suddenly, the movie became strangely bearable…somehow…
They call me Rosie Rockit, I'm addicted to pickled ginger, the front row of a rock show and calling people babycakes. I work for the world's largest indoor aquarium, but the thoughts here are my own.