Speaking of seething, I’ve discovered a new pet peeve: having to sit quietly through crappy movies. It is one thing to have to sit through those crappy movies, it’s quite another to have to contain my snark.

The reason this comes up is that I tried to watch Repo: The Genetic Opera last night with someone (who shall remain nameless) who finds talking during movies to be a sin on par with canceling Firefly. Normally, this is not a problem. Normally, we do not watch movies that deserve Rifftrax. I made it through about a half hour before I had to make it stop. There was too much happening that I wanted to make fun of. Too. Much.

And so, I will forever remember Repo as the movie I so wanted to make fun of but couldn’t, and for that I hate it with the white hot intensity of a thousand suns. It’s like the Jim Carrey of movies.