Monday Seagull’s review published on Letterboxd :
Despite being completely immersed in the film, I began sensing someone's presence behind me. I paused the movie, turned around, and found my wife fiddling with some things on the counter. I could tell there was something on her mind...
- What's wrong?
- I think we need more Christmas lights.
- Honey, we do not need any more Christmas lights.
- Did you not see the house across the street? He added two more rows this afternoon.
- Stop obsessing over that house. Our lights look fine. Can't you see you're falling into a dangerous game of One-Upmanship? And besides, that guys lights are...
- Maybe I should buy one of those inflatable lawn ornaments?
- I thought you said those things were tacky?
- Well, they are, but I just know he's gonna end up getting one, and I kind of wanna beat him to the punch.
- Sweetheart, we're gonna end up blowing our entire budget on decorations. We're gonna have no money left over for the kids' presents.
- Sigh. I suppose you're right... Hey, speaking of the kids; did you make them their lunches for school tomorrow?
- All taken care of. I made them these new tuna/avocado/yellow pepper wrap thingamajigs I came up with.
- Oh no. Those poor children.
- I'm just gonna ignore you now.
I turned back to the television, pressed play, and was immediately transported back to pre-war Britain and the tragic romance of Laura and Alec.
- Good movie?
- Friggin unbelievable.
- What's it called?
- Brief Encounter.
- Brief Encounter? You know, if you and I ever make a sex tape, we might just have to steal that title.
- Wanna know something? You're mean.
- Okay, Loverboy. I'll see you in a bit.
- Where are you going?
- Canadian Tire. There's an inflatable BB-8 wearing a Santa hat that's 50% off today.