A buddy of mine told me I needed to go see Dumb and Dumber when it came out. I was visiting my gf in Savannah, GA. So she and I planned a trip to the movies. Then her parents glommed on. Her mom was a gradeschool principal, very serious and staid. The type that made Marilla Cuthbert look like a party animal. The parents wanted to see Little Women. Me being dumb, if not dumber, and not knowing yet about picking hills to die on, suggested privately that they go see Little Women and we (or I) could go see the movie I wanted to see in the first place. This turned into an argument that ended in, “Fine, we’ll ALL go see Dumb and Dumber.”
I never sweated and cringed as much in my life as I did while watching that sordid affair unfold on the big screen while the gf’s mom sat stone-faced beside me.
A week later in ATL, I took my own mom and we laughed our heads off.