"It was," Chris grumbled, but the silence descended for a little while as the movie went on and the giant stone head descended from the sky to spew guns at the people down below, including the man of the hour. He half-grinned at the ridiculousness of it all when Sheila spoke again.
Was it deep? Was it deep? Hadn't he just told her it was shit? Chris scowled again and held up the star-speckled box, all but shoving the infamous picture of the awful costuming in her face.
"It's not fucking deep! It's awful storytelling and if it's supposed to have some kind of elaborate moral to it, then they went the totally fucking wrong way of doing it! If I told you the whole reason I think it's bullshit I'd spoil the whole story for you, so just ... no! It's not deep, it's confusing, and I don't get it!" Back to sulking, a glower now at the semi-violence and almost-nudity prevalent on the TV.