I’m really into talking about movies. 

I’m that person who will leave the theater, and keep talking about the movie. Everyone else will be talking about, you know, life(?… What do people talk about?) and I’m still gonna be sitting there thinking about that movie. This isn’t even a metaphor. I left the movie theater today and in between shovels of Panda Express, all I could say was “Okay, but did you guys notice this?” And like, what was going on there? What was up with that scene? 

My obsessive need for everything to make sense contributes heartily to this quirk as well. If something doesn’t seem right I’ll MAKE it right. This plot point was stupid? No it wasn’t, it was a metaphor for global warming! This character was underdeveloped? Nope, x, y and z imply that they have a romantic past with the female lead! From Robin Hood (2018) being a metaphor for the state of veteran’s affairs to Citizen Kane being the original Shane Dawson documentary, my opinions are definitely, 100% wrong, but isn’t it more fun this way? 

I find that once I get my grubby little fingers on a film, I never see it the same again. You know what? I’m willing to bet that neither will you.