Joel snorts. He saw that movie. Or, rather, he sat through that movie. Sarah had dragged him the weekend it came out, and Joel, fresh off a string of double shifts and overtime on Saturdays, had accepted the two and a half hours of painfully acted romantic angst and werewolf drama as his punishment. He doesn't even really remember the specific nuances of the plot, thank god, only that Sarah had gone on and on about what was different from the book the entire ride home.
No part of him can even pretend that it had been enjoyable, but at least the two other people in the room with him are of the same mind. The posters still plastered outside of storefronts and advertisements slapped on the side of crashed buses had at one point felt like caustic reminders of that occasion, designed specifically to torture him, but thinking about them now just makes him shake his head as he drags the cookie sheet over closer to where Ellie is standing.
"You're not missin' out. It was bad," he chimes in, trying to conjure up long dead memories of a film he never cared about in order to better support his case. Nothing comes to mind beyond the posters and promotional images that dotted their progress across the country, so he'll have to trust that his succinct opinion sums things up nicely for the two of them. Even Ellie, who has at least one foot planted in that sort of fantastical escapist stuff, probably wouldn't have found that genre to her taste. Too girly, despite the werewolf premise. "People got mad about never findin' out why Darth Vader went all evil, too. Guess we'll never know."
He is not huge on pop culture outside of his own wheelhouse - no one loves cheesy action movies the way he does - but he had also been ten-years-old when the first Star Wars movie came out. That just had to be seen through all the way to the end, no matter how bad it got, too.
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No part of him can even pretend that it had been enjoyable, but at least the two other people in the room with him are of the same mind. The posters still plastered outside of storefronts and advertisements slapped on the side of crashed buses had at one point felt like caustic reminders of that occasion, designed specifically to torture him, but thinking about them now just makes him shake his head as he drags the cookie sheet over closer to where Ellie is standing.
"You're not missin' out. It was bad," he chimes in, trying to conjure up long dead memories of a film he never cared about in order to better support his case. Nothing comes to mind beyond the posters and promotional images that dotted their progress across the country, so he'll have to trust that his succinct opinion sums things up nicely for the two of them. Even Ellie, who has at least one foot planted in that sort of fantastical escapist stuff, probably wouldn't have found that genre to her taste. Too girly, despite the werewolf premise. "People got mad about never findin' out why Darth Vader went all evil, too. Guess we'll never know."
He is not huge on pop culture outside of his own wheelhouse - no one loves cheesy action movies the way he does - but he had also been ten-years-old when the first Star Wars movie came out. That just had to be seen through all the way to the end, no matter how bad it got, too.