We watched Hell or High Water last night. Adrian hated it, which means I liked it. Except for the part that I apparently cannot decipher a west Texas accent. But other than that, I was still thinking about it this morning.
Then we watched Arrival this afternoon. I cannot remember the last time I responded so emotionally to a movie. My eyes are red from the weeping - an uncontrollable response to the intensity of my reaction.
Of course, Adrian hated it.
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