Movies With My Brother

There is little to report this sunny, cold day. Certainly I could extend the post with general blather, but I am choosing not to become so engaged and would prefer some far more productive activity such as getting out of the house and at least seeing about perhaps buying scratch lottery ticket packages for the five people who will be part of the coming Christmas weekend.

Unfortunately, the nearest mall or shopping centre with one or more lottery kiosks or stations is a mile from here, and I would have to walk there (I do not drive). The complex closes at 7 p.,m., and it is already 4:22 p.m. as I type these words.

I could have gotten out earlier this afternoon had I felt better, but I was too in need of a nap, and the brilliant sunshine was thus a huge deterrent ─ my weary eyes wanted nothing to do with the glare of the day. As well, I prefer some anonymity as is not found in the brilliance of a sunny day.

I could have gotten a ride with my younger brother when he left here for the afternoon around 2:30 p.m., but I was simply too in need of that nap.

And so I wish to create this token post to clear away any cause or excuse for remaining home.

I think that all I really have to report is the movie that I watched last evening with my bitching brother. He bitched as soon as he realized that I was tuning in a movie via our Android TV Box and not one of the series we normally watch. However, he withheld commentary once the movie got underway, for it was clearly not some 'teen flick' ─ the miserable 69-year-old is so far removed from his young adulthood that he can no longer identify with 'coming of age' films.

The movie I tuned in was 2018's Anon.     

I was barely vaguely familiar with male lead actor, Clive Owen, but female lead Amanda Seyfried was wholly unfamiliar.

The futuristic police detective story was suspenseful and even violent enough to normally be of interest to my brother, but he has this perpetual 'hard on' to be as damned supercritical as he can of any movie I select. His horizons have closed in, perhaps from too many years of daily drinking that have reduced too much of his brain.

Whatever the case, he watched the movie sans further complaint, as I said; and then when it was done, he had to throw the usual barb / insult by growling, "I don't know where you find these things."

Then he soon added, "Why don't you watch them in the afternoon when you're home alone?"

What the shallow-brained dolt is unable to fathom is that until a movie is watched, there is no way of knowing if one is going to find it enjoyable or not. He actually complained at the sight of the movie's poster icon when I was selecting it that it "already did nothing for him" ─ that was when he adjudged it to be yet another movie directed at teenagers:

He clearly works in overdrive to be as unforgivingly critical and censorious of me as he possibly can whenever it comes to a movie ─ even a decently entertaining movie will get discounted when it has run its course, and I will get insulted for having the most foul and / or feeble movie-sense that it is possible for anyone to develop. 

He is unable to be complimentary ─ never has he done aught but bitch and complain about anything I have tuned in by way of a movie. He only wants to watch T.V. series. 

Nevertheless, I will not be cowed, and neither will I spend my afternoons watching my movies just because my bitter brother has become so infernally shallow. I will continue to opt for a movie on the occasional evening despite his protests and infantile complaining ─ heck, I don't even choose as many as two movies a week, for Pete's sake! 

He has never learned how to operate our Android TV Box, so I claim every right to watch an occasional movie on any evening of my choosing. He can go to bed if he doesn't like it.