Today was Thursday. Let's go back in time to Monday.
Monday night I was in the guest nest, too confused by the WALLPAPER (haters!) to find my way out. Gary was in the other room watching television. I heard gunfire, a baby crying, then a woman bellowing, then more gunfire. Of course I ignored it.
The next night, Tuesday, I heard the same scene and was convinced it involved sex in a war zone, or a woman was playing tennis intercut with a terrorist attack. I poked my head into the living room out of curiosity.
Gary: "OH MY GOD YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS SCENE IT IS UNBELIEVABLE."
And he showed me a scene with a man and woman having sex, then a baby cries, then the woman climaxes, yet during the four minutes while she is climaxing, a gunfight breaks out. So her man must toss her about and dispatch the villains with his firearm while she is still climaxing. Then when she is done and all the villains are dead and the man has also reached orgasm (quietly of course), he murmurs casually, "Talk about shooting your load."
Gary: (Giggles uncontrollably.) "Wasn't that great?"
I thought, he has found the perfect dick flick. Then, since I have no dick, I silently left the room. Followed by cries of, "You have to see the rest of this movie! I'll save it for you!"
So on Wednesday when I heard the now familiar "bang! bang!" "Waaaah!" "Oooohhhh! "bang!" I hid in the other room.
So here it is Thursday, and we watched a little of The Office, and then I went into the other room for four seconds to fetch the luxurious scarf someone sent me. In those four seconds he had returned to a different scene in the same movie, evidently called Shoot 'Em Up.
"Wait - is that Paul Giamatti?" I asked, amazed.
"Yes! I told you it's a great movie! There are some weird parts, but hang on, you have to see this scene."
I won't give you a play-by-play of this shootout, but this scene contained the immortal line, "Fuck you, ya fucking fuckers." (And I know that's the exact line because I looked it up on IMDB.) I wasn't watching the screen at the time; I was sitting on the couch next to Gary staring an incredulous hole into the side of his head.
He giggled, "I know ... but .. wasn't that great?"
So, on my husband's recommendation, men, you may want to rent Shoot 'Em Up. Gary doesn't recommend every scene, but he certainly liked the two I saw. Women, I stand on my previous recommendation of that Berlin Wall documentary.