watching The Meg, which is a fantastic movie for um-actually smartasses. like I'm not even mad at it. it's giving me the opportunity to yell things at the screen like:
"you had to have scuba divers on set to do this, did they not explain about backup regulators?"
"or swim fins? why do these people dive barefoot"
"so, like, not that a shark has to have a complex motivation, but why is it constantly ramming itself into hard inedible objects, why would that be a thing a shark wanted to do"
"WHY DO YOU PEOPLE KEEP GOING BACK IN THE WATER"
thanks, The Meg. I was in a real mood and you gave me a particularly harmless thing to vent it on. let's not pretend we're enemies here.
