“Sure we can,” Kratos snorted at his brother's question. Normally he wasn't much of a pessimist. Actually, he considered himself a realist, pretty pragmatic, not too hopeful, but not depressed all the time either. At the moment, though, he was more than a little down. This had always been something special for him and his brother, these movies. Now, Kray felt like that had been ruined in some way.
And it seemed like he wasn't alone, from what he was overhearing in nearby conversations. Though the opinions seemed to be split down generational lines. Those that were old enough to have experienced the awesomeness of the original movies, in their original format, in the theaters, with how they changed everything about going to the movies, they loathed this new piece of crap. Those that were younger and had only seen the movies on video cassette, or worse DVD, seemed to be of the opinion that it was a piece of crap, but at least it had a good fight scene with Darth Maul. But over all, the general consensus of those that had seen the movie, at least in the ice cream shop, seemed to be that the movie had sucked.
Kratos thought he should have felt better knowing that. Maybe he should have felt vindicated in his own opinion. Instead, he was left with a kind of empty feeling of loss, a sadness that something that should have been wonderful had not lived up to its potential. Movies weren't supposed to affect a person this deeply, and logically Kray knew that. But he couldn't quite shake it.
The feeling wasn't helped when he looked into the case and noticed no pistachio in sight. He sighed and said, “I guess I can have cherry nut. They have that, right?”