"You might need lights, later, when you're in bed. Lying there, wondering if Sean Connery in this awful role is going to sneak into your room at night and do something horrific. Or just stand over you, staring. Forever." Not that he'd had to do it, since he was Chris, and the movie had just given him fucking weird dreams the next few nights. "And yeah, seriously, he was committed. Got out eventually, though, it's not like he died or something in there."
The movie started and he leaned back, watching the opening and talking between the lines.
"Like four times. I still don't get it. If you do, explain it to me at the end. And I'm not exaggerating at all. Look it up online if you think I'm lying." He would never lie. Not about something like this, which was too good to be true.