Fun story. When the titanic came out, the girl I was crushing on asked me if I wanted to go see it with her and her other friends.
Yeah. So we’re in line to get in and I made a sarcastic comment, something about, “but we know how it ends… the ship sinks.”
Apparently. She didn’t know that. Oops.
In any case the gaggle of old women in the row behind us were more entertaining. It may have been like their fifth time watching it. Specifically so they could see DiCaprio’s naked ass. The rest of the time they spent heckling it MST3K- style.
That would be like, being in line for a film about Helen Keller and mentioning she is blind and deaf. Like. Yeah. She is. You should know that, regardless of the film.
Truth be told, I started watching Once Upon a Time In Hollywood having zero context of what the hell the story is meant to actually be about until half way when someone told me, and it vastly improved the movie.
Like, the woman just looked like a useless character you know. And would keep looking so.