“Despite the large soda you slurped down during the blockbuster (Hollywood spectacle forms an adhesive bond with the mind while marinating in sugar water, dontchaknow) you must hold it for a few more moments once the movie has ended. Because it hasn’t ended. Years ago, only borderline-savant cinema-goers and the parents of fourth-listed visual effects computer jockeys would stay through to watch all the credits. Now it is a prerequisite.”
Read the rest of my drunken man’s screed at The Guardian.
