So I walk into one of the few places in town where a coffee and ciggie still go together, and there’s this crowd, slightly inebriated, discussing a movie. I mean disCUSSING. Anyway, I’m thinking “hey, did you guys enjoy the movie? Yes? Great, let’s drink”. But no, the whiny chick is unpacking the whole 123 minutes frame by frame. Lord. Roll end credits already! Fade to… Black coffee and a smoke.