Pop hadn’t seen a movie in thirty years. We had to act. No one should be so culturally deprived. He would, no doubt, thank us later.
Oceans 11 was playing at the time. At the theater, we kept darting Pop sidelong glances.
Afterwards came the verdict. Pretty violent, he began.
Seconds later: Pretty loud.
And why all that cursing? Why is there so much cursing?
And These guys aren’t cool! You think these guys are cool? Sinatra, Sammy Davis, Dean Martin (the original Oceans 11), those guys were cool! These guys aren’t cool.
No point trying to argue. We realized we’d chosen the wrong film.
Lord of the Rings was playing. Let’s show Pop what movie makers with computers can do today! But I started to worry during the film. I liked it well enough the first time around, but now it seemed repetitive. Midway through the movie, I heard snoring.
“Hey, Pop,” I shook him, “we don’t have to sit through this if you don’t want to.”
Huh?…what…it stinks? He replied.
He groused all the way home. And what about Gordon? That dragon came after Gordon and they just left him in the cave! How could they do that to Gordon?
It was Gandalf, not Gordon.
What can I say? Some people just don’t like movies.