We don’t go to the movies much notwithstanding the lure of a choc-top and a couple of hours of comfortable seating. It’s partly because I’d rather Marie Kondo my drawers than sit through some insipid woke Hollywood flick telling me what to think.
For some strange reason we did front up to the local cinema to sit through a movie entitled The Revenant.
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