yeah it was always awkward as fuck growing up enjoying a good fast-paced flick with the fam and then suddenly there's just two minutes of darkness, lotioned skin, whispery plosives, breathy vowels, and macaroni mixing sounds, all with the mic volume WAY THE FUCK UP versus other scenes where you can't even hear people talk under the soundtrack. And then everyone has to sit there and act like it isn't happening, or race to be the first one to get up and go pee, and this was back before everyone had smartphones to distract themselves with.
yeah it was always awkward as fuck growing up enjoying a good fast-paced flick with the fam and then suddenly there's just two minutes of darkness, lotioned skin, whispery plosives, breathy vowels, and macaroni mixing sounds, all with the mic volume WAY THE FUCK UP versus other scenes where you can't even hear people talk under the soundtrack. And then everyone has to sit there and act like it isn't happening, or race to be the first one to get up and go pee, and this was back before everyone had smartphones to distract themselves with.
Do not. I repeat. DO NOT let your brother choose The Devil’s Advocate for movie night at the family reunion.