Once again, it seems, I have been swayed by the promise of alcohol snuck into the theatre and the likelihood that we will be the only people in the place, giving us liberty to hurl invectives at the screen (Casual readers may not recall the reason I created a LiveJournal account in the first place was so that I could leave obscenity-filled comments, non-anonymously, on Lynn's entry about shanghai-ing both me and Pete to see From Justin To Kelly in a similar fashion.)
We never learn, do we? We constantly look back on all the trials in life, often with more chagrin and regret than not, and we go "Oh, why? Why are we plagued with such misery and suffering? Oh woe, I mean, why? Ah, that's right -- cause we actually saw From Justin to Kelly in the theatre."
And yet we turn right around and willingly see Gigli.
This right here is proof for all the optimists in the world that there is no, I repeat, no hope for humanity. Oh, woe!