Few things make me happier than when I am in my comfies, bra off, feet up, a glass of red wine and a good film to watch.

When I was a child, back when dinosaurs roamed the earth, you used to  get a warning before some TV programmes."This may not be suitable for viewers of a nervous disposition.” How I loved those. I have never been that kind of nervous person. Creepy houses, serial killers, ghosts - bring it on.

There are some things though that are starting to annoy me. I don't think they add anything to the plot, and are unlikely to be enjoyed by any normal person (by that I mean me of course.)

Let's take vomiting. I have a horror of being sick, and would make a terrible nurse if a patient was throwing up. Somehow it now seems to be the rule in films that someone will have to puke at some point. In real life I don't notice people under stress or feeling upset throwing up at the drop of a hat. What is wrong with these screenwriters 

The warnings that come on before films now nearly always include sex. That is because whether you have settled down to enjoy a film about say the Mafia, or perhaps a war film, there will inevitably be a flipping sex scene. 

At this point I should be saying "I am no prude but..." However, some of the stuff in mainstream films now would have only been in porno movies 20 years ago. I went off sex some years ago, but I don't begrudge others having it, I just don't want to watch. Not my scene. I sit there uncomfortable and bored, longing for it to end, much like the real thing I guess. 

We watched Saltburn recently, and though it is not for the faint-hearted, I think it is a good film, and the notorious scenes were in keeping with the depravity of the character and the darkness of the plot. I don't agree with much censorship, I am an adult and can use the off-button. 

My absolute biggest hate is when animals are there just to be killed off in some act of revenge. If there is anyone with a grudge against a character who has a pet, I cannot relax and enjoy the film. The first time I recall was in Fatal Attraction, with Glen Close boiling the bunny. Novel enough, though horrible. Now it is such a lazy device, needlessly upsetting and offensive to many people. Even if I have enjoyed a film up to that point, I switch off, too exasperated with the pathetic screenwriter. 

What gets on your nerves in films, makes you feel like throwing something at the screen?   

Val

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