Great conversations of our time.

Her: You know that art cinema down by the river we went to a while ago?
Me: The memory of it is scorched into my brain, yes.
Her: Well, I've got us some tickets for an event there!
Me: Uh-oh.
Her: What do you mean?
Me: Well, you know, the words "Art Cinema" fill my soul with a deathly chill.
Her: But you'll like this!
Me: The other one has bells on it.
Her: But this is-
Me: No, let me guess. I know what sort of thing gets shown in art cinemas. Foreign films. That I have to think about. Things like "The Intensity of Herring, a slow-burning - that means boring - three-hour family long drama about five generations of fishermen in a remote Norwegian village. Subtitled."
Her: Ah, well-
Me: (Getting into it) Or "Oh Woe Is Me, a heartbreaking tragedy about an elderly Estonian woman taking the better part of four days of screen time reminiscing over her miserable life before putting her head in the oven. Subtitled."
Her:...
Me: You and I have just got different tastes in film. You like to think, whereas give me some bright colours, loud explosions and a jaunty sountrack and I'm as happy as can be.
Her: Can I speak?
Me: Oh, yeah, sure.
Her: What I was going to say was that I've got tickets for a special showing of The Dark Knight with an open bar in and you can drink booze in the auditorium.
Me: Ah.
Her: Yes.
Me: I've just made myself look a complete arse, haven't I?
Her: Yes. Yes, you have.


In other news, The Dark Knight and Wall-e are two of the best films I've seen in a very, very long time. If you haven't seen them yet, I recommend both of them unreservedly.