I'll have to think of one for me, but I can definitely think of one for my Dad. We were in Orlando Florida, fourth of July 1999. A film was just released, one that had an incredible amount of hype around it. Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace. It was in this really bizarre multiplex, getting to each screen was like trying to go up the stairs from Harry Potter, although my memory is a tad fuzzy. I was just six years old at the time, my taste in film wasn't as refined as it is now. But both me and my Dad were excited to see it, I tried my best to read the opening scroll, even with all that political stuff that in hindsight barely appealed to kids. Soon enough though, the difference between parent and child grew. He hated it and I loved it (for the record, I hate it now).
The movie ended, my Dad pretty much stormed out with me grinning like an idiot. We waited on a bus for an hour until we realised; Fourth of July, no buses. So the both of us had to walk six miles in sunny Florida, our feet felt like they were burning. And for every single one of those six miles, every yard, meter, I just wouldn't shut up about Jar Jar. And my Dad had to listen to it all.
Regrets, I've had a few. And that was one of them.
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Thoughts on Michael Fassbender?
no ur a assbender