Cinematic revenge

Last Saturday, Beau came over after a rough morning at home (no need for details; needless to say, it had something to do with his ass-hat renter).

So I let him pick what we did that afternoon.

He wanted to see the Evil Dead remake.

And, while I don't mind most horror movies/thrillers and I LOVE zombie movies (a fact that, I'm sure, comes as a shock to you), I hate devil movies.

And I hate gore for the sake of gore.

It was the worst movie I've seen since Oprah brought Beloved to the silver screen. The only thing Evil Dead had over Beloved was that Evil Dead was only TWO hours of my life I'll never get back.

Chainsaws, raining blood, two self-inflicted amputations... it went on and on.

About midway through, I turned to Beau and said I don't think I love you anymore. 

It was that bad.

When we got home that evening, I went through the netflix movies I had (yes, I still cling to the DVDs) in an effort to make him watch something for revenge. The Magnificent Ambersons? No. It's directed by Orson Welles. Waaaaay too good for this situation. Woody Allen? Nope, he might like that.

I leave this decision up to you, folks. What should I make him watch? (Caveat: I have to enjoy watching the movie too. It's not enough that he doesn't like it.)

Let me know in the comments, please (you can leave an anonymous comment--I don't need your name).

Dammit. If only they'd made a movie based on Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret.