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As Christmas approaches, the opportunities for sin increase exponentially. From the office Christmas party, to that thing you make your partner do with the Elf costume, the stench of your sin will rise to offensive levels. Your soul shall require a deep clean. The kind of deep clean a soul has not required since I spent the evening on BlueSky among the nonces saved a sinner from the ravages of their own making.
So once more it falls to me, the most reverend Reverend, to allow you to unburden yourselves.
The Last Movie Outpost Confession Booth is spread wide open and ready to receive your unburdening load of sin once again. Quick, look busy, for the Goddess approaches ready to receive your sin. Assume the position!
Not now Goddess, it’s confessin’ time!
This time, we judge your inability to simply let the little things go. Your incapability to not sweat the small stuff. We all know superheroes are completely unrealistic, that James Bond’s ability to drop knickers with a simple smirk is just fantasy… but what about the small technicalities and unrealistic things in movies that you cannot overlook? Just how petty are you capable of being? This time we ask:
What small inaccuracy in a movie has made your teeth itch with petty rage, or driven a sigh of despair from you during viewing?
I know a fellow who scuba dives who simply cannot watch a diving scene without snorts of derision. When the well-spoken British journalist Bem in Twisters was revealed as coming from West Norwood in London, anyone familiar with the area would have spat tea out.
But how about you? It is confession time. What tiny little detail in a movie sends you into a spin with their inaccuracy?
You must confess… CONFESS!
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