Never, ever take me to see a spy movie.
Most people can keep track of the constant twists and turns; the double-crosses and the triple-crosses that make up the plots of most spy movies. But not me. I just can’t do it.
After I lean over, elbow you in the ribs, and ask “Err, which side was that dude on again?” for the seventeenth time, chances are, you’ll grab your popcorn and stomp out of the cinema in pure disgust.
Frankly, I wouldn’t blame you.