Twenty Bucks and a Side of Bullshit

Remember when movies started on time?

Now it’s thirty minutes of ads, not trailers, ads, before the lights even dim. I didn’t pay twenty bucks to learn about luxury sedans and prescription meds. I came to forget life for two hours, not be reminded I need dental insurance and a new car.

If this is the “magic of cinema,” someone lost the spellbook.

Hell. Na.