My labmate Ryan is the world’s number one purveyor of terrible movies watched on TV. Today, for example, he told me the entire plot of a movie he watched yesterday entitled Cherry 2000. Each story is usually accompanied by interjections — the year it was made, someone’s hairstyle, what obscure actor has a cameo 56 minutes into it.
As you can imagine, these are fun and hilarious. I’m trying to convince him to let me tape these and put them up as a series of posts called “Plot Lines with Ryan.”
I always wonder where to call it with things like this, if suggesting that one makes these small moments public instantly ruins the ritual. I’m hoping not.
