chekhov’s gun more like clooney’s gun

the first screening I tried to see was all sold out. That was a real pain.
Then I got a parking ticket for being in the theater lot for 8 minutes without a . A real pain yet again.
You know what’s also a real pain? Sitting through a movie about Kieran Culkin (we all have that one BPD family member) and Jesse Eisenberg crashing out non stop in Poland.
Great stuff all around here.
Sometimes, on a rare occasion, at the end of a movie, one finds themself thinking, "Oh, fuck, that was one of the best movies I've ever seen."
As the end credits rolled, Jack walking lockstep with his assistants into the night, I thought, "Oh, fuck, that was one of the best movies I've ever seen."