We suspended Netflix three months ago because we just weren't watching movies like we should. I figured by the time it started up again (end of May/June) things would have slowed down and we'd see how much we used it this summer. It started up this week, and because I had not looked at our queue in three months, it sent us 2 "good" ones -- Strangers, which we just watched on demand a couple of weeks ago and Into the Wild, which I put on with every intention of getting the book at the library and reading before the movie got here.
Hubs decides after laying bricks all day (with a little help from me) that we should watch Into the Wild. We cozy up on the couch and get all into it. I am PRYING my eyes open, trying to stay awake for the end. I think I made it until the last 15 minutes. The next thing I know, the credits are rolling. Oh well. I stumble upstairs and into bed. A few minutes later, Hubs came up.
Hubs: Did you read the book?
Me: No, but it looks like I'm going to have to since I fell asleep and missed the ending.
Hubs: It ticks me off that he died.
Hubs: Yeah, those berries he ate killed him. I really wanted him to make it out of there.
Me: Guess I don't need to get the book now.
I know he was all worked up from the not-so-happy ending, but geeze!! Give me 20 minutes in the morning to watch it, then we can talk about it. Ugh.