Once upon a time, I dated a guy who ended up being a giant waste of time (and space, and carbon molecules). Shortly before The Incident that led to our inevitable breakup, I read a book I really loved. So I gave him my copy so he could also experience the brilliance that was Blindness by Jose Saramago.
While I found the book captivating, intriguing, and beautiful, he was just freaked out by it. Everyone randomly goes blind and society descends into chaos? Fascinating, I thought. Scary & disturbing & gross, thought he.
He talked about it for days after finishing the book. How it gave him nightmares. How terrified he was that the book could happen in real life. He couldn’t get past the story line to appreciate the literature.
I was disappointed.
As I learned just a couple of weeks later, he was capable of infinitely greater disappointment.
So imagine my pleasure when I saw a preview for the movie version of the book the other day!

Is it wrong of me to hope that one of his friends makes him go see the movie, and that he has nightmares for weeks to come?
BTW, if you’re considering the movie, please read the book. It’s really great. Really. Great. And the movie couldn’t possibly be even half as good.