Love Story, or 90 minutes of my life I’ll never get back

Wuv. Twue wuv.

I spent much of my summer in a sincere effort to broaden my horizons and watch stuff that’s outside my usual fare. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still delighted by science fiction and horror, and it’s so much fun to watch a mediocre-to-lame haunted-house movie with my husband and we can laugh at the tropes and predict the deaths. But it’s time to stretch.