OK, bear with me to the end on this one. It’s worth it.
So ‘Die Hard’ is all about John McClane trying to get back together with his wife, Holly, right? She doesn’t feel supported, he’s too angry and stubborn to apologise. They almost reconcile at the start of the movie, but John can’t escape his old patterns, and they end up fighting about the same old shit in the same old way.
It takes a “terrorist” attack, hostage deaths,…
I really should get around to writing my will, drugging my son, and making him swear a blood oath to avenge my death.
Remember that hyperactively intelligent, creatively talented, and completely insufferable person you went to high school with? Well now you’re at your high school reunion, they have a philosophy minor and a bunch of interesting life experiences, but they’ve convinced themselves they can be your best friend if only you’d laugh at their incessant stream of wacky non-sequiturs.
If every dream is actually a universe, somewhere 16-year-old me is making out with my grandpa. Now that’s true horror.
