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Once more, the stench of your sin permeates every fiber of the Outpost. So, once more, we must prepare your souls for a good, hard cleansing. Only through confession can your movie-going soul be scrubbed clean. Only then can you prepare to meet judgment as I meet my incoming drug mule at Chicago O’Hare airport the Clergy Discipline Committee. With a clear conscience. It is time, once more for I, the most reverend Reverend, to spread the booth wide open to receive a load of your sin.
And, for why do we unload this sin? So the Goddess may feast upon it to assist wth your unburdening. Gaze in wonder and tremble in… something… as we see her here, clearly preparing to feast hungrily on another woman’s sin. Delicious… I mean, filthy!
Today, the subject of your confession is your deep rage. Not just any rage, but movie rage. Movie rage triggered specifically by your expertise, where your own technical knowledge just smashes its way into your subconscious while watching a movie. First, it makes you think “hold on a moment…!” and then your knowledge of reality reveals a level of technical incoherence that you cannot see past, that sends you into a level of expert-led rage that destroys your viewing experience. Specifically:
What technical detail in which movie, because of your own subject matter expertise, completely destroys your viewing experience?
Are you a Scuba diver who understands that at 47 metres, your bottom time as a recreational diver would be less than 8 minutes before your air ran out, therefore rendering all of 47 Meters Down absolute nonsense?
Or does your knowledge of geology mean that anything from Armageddon to The Core makes your teeth literally itch with rage?
What is it that you simply cannot, and will not, let go? You must confess. CONFESS!
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