It’s a moment that can be haunting: You reference something highly specific in a movie that you’ve seen way too many times, and the people around you, even if they’ve watched said movie, stare blankly and have no idea what you’re talking about.
“I’ll just see myself out,” I usually mutter, accidentally walking into a closet.
We all have those movies we watch over and over, to the point that we begin developing a deep knowledge about them where we can answer obscure trivia questions no one’s asking, and could probably recite the entire script if somehow a casting agent asked us to.
I’ve probably seen Goodfellas more than the amount of Baskin-Robbins flavors, The Assassination of Jesse James more than the amount of provinces in Canada, and can likely recite every line of dialogue from Glengarry Glen Ross, while annoyingly mentioning the differences between the original play and the script.
Please, Look Away
Nothing in this brings me a sense of pride. It hasn’t helped with a job or relationship or anything pragmatic. What it has done is caused me to make jokes or…
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