“It has a twist.”
That’s what the ticket-taker said to us yesterday at the movie theater. The older woman informed us who starred in the movie (as if that was something we hadn’t already researched), said she’d loved it and then added that the movie had a twist.
As soon as those words were out there, I felt cheated. I didn’t want to know anything about the movie (aside from the actors and the basic premise), but it was too late. The ticket-taker had spoken.
And boy oh boy, her words had a major impact on how I watched that film. I kept thinking, “Is this it? Is this the twist?”
Will he let him go?
Was he actually killed by the rattlesnake rather than the gun?
Will the gun now go off and kill that other guy?
Will he go for his gun and start a shootout?
It was distracting; my brain wouldn’t stop contemplating the possibilities. All because that well-meaning woman thought she needed to make small talk.
And you know the worst part? There wasn’t even a twist in this movie! The closing scene left the viewer with a few questions which only means that the movie was open-ended. Open-ended does not equal twist.
THERE WAS NOT A TWIST!