The movie hasn’t even started yet and I’m thinking about the end. In fact, I’ve been thinking about the end since last Tuesday. When we chose what we’d watch earlier today I could momentarily concentrate on the task at hand, but my mind pretty soon returned to what would happen after Denzel Washington finished running round shooting, saying impossibly witty lines and catching the bad guys.
I’ve got as far as the credits now, but after that, I’m not sure. I know what I want to happen. I know that I could probably make it happen. It’s easy for Denzel to be brave though, he’s been imbued with the special powers of all leading men. I haven’t. I’m a redshirt. I’m such a redshirt a stormtrooper could shoot me from across a fandom. I just hope he won’t. I hope I’ll be spared so I can finally kiss you.
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