No matter with what ingenious ways I try to reform myself, it always comes back to the same thing. Always. Books. Never mind, the post is not a rant.
I don’t relate to movies. I watch them fully only when the alternative is worse; impossible for such a scenario to recur often. Also, the number of movies I’ve watched for half an hour is many so you can’t say I don’t try.
Since I keep up with the dullest books to the end and seldom commit the offence of giving it up unless out of disgust, I do not believe it is boredom that drives me away from movies. I suppose it is that the movie usually ends before I get to know the people in it. I prefer the slowest of books to any movie I’ve seen, as long as I remember a guy from the book after a year.
So what’s this bookish movie I saw?
It just had two people talking throughout, literally, and I’m sure I’ll remember the girl after a year. It felt just like I’d read another lovely book. :)
I must be missing some key aspect in movies. Don’t tell me in the comments – I don’t care to learn. I have enough on my plate already, for whatever time I have.