Sheila took the box with an oof that she didn't try to hide. Adjusting it in her arms, she looked between the two with a slight crease of her eye-brows. "Why would you bring in shitty ones?" she asked plainly. She tried to peer in through a banged up corner a hand coming up to poke at it. What counted as a bad movie anyway? Terrible myth adaptions? Somehow she doubted it.
"I don't think I'm much of a film critic," she said, not realizing that it was slightly off-topic. She shrugged and adjusted the box in her arms in the same movement. "We should head down to the beach to relax. After you do whatever with your TV." She supposed that included watching something on it. A "shitty" movie? "I can't believe it's so close to here..."