What a conversation between Harry and Ken would sound like if they were talking about some lame person who doesn't like this movie:
Harry: So he's having a really nice time watching In Bruges?
Ken: Well, I'm having a really nice time watching In Bruges. I'm not sure it's really his cup of tea.
Harry: (Stunned silence) What?
Ken: You know... I'm not sure it's really his thing.
Harry: What do you mean it's not really his thing? What's that supposed to mean? It's not really his thing... What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Ken: Nothing, Harry.
Harry: But it's a masterpiece, isn't it? How can a masterpiece not be somebody's fucking thing? The brilliant fucking dialogue, the perfect fucking casting, the wonderful fucking blend of the most hilarious dark humor with spine-tingling drama and character development... how can that not be somebody's fucking thing? How can that be?