He knew it! He knew it! He was right and she was wrong and all those hipster critics were wrong and that movie made no fucking sense! With a triumphant grin, he turned to face her, the bowl of popcorn he'd gotten up to make halfway through the movie now balanced precariously on his knees.
"I have no fucking idea," Chris declared proudly, "and if I'm lucky, I'll never know. There is no point and I couldn't tell you why the director thought it was good idea, other than the fact that he was off his goddamn rocker. My question is, why would Connery pick it up? Lucky for him it wasn't career suicide, he was too damn good as Bond." He idly chewed on a few unpopped kernels, staring past Sheila into nothingness. "What'd you think?"