“I don’t care what we see, it would just be nice to go see a film.”

“I’ll see anything except Ticket to Paradise.”

“How about Banshees of Inisherin?”

“Sure, let’s do that at 7pm, I’ll pick you all up.”

None of us knew what we were in for. It was a slow starter for sure. Beautiful landscapes, bitter conversations mixed with a backdrop of opera provided a weird feel to the film, and uneasiness set in among the crowd.

When we saw it, we couldn’t help ourselves. The audacious moment out of place like a seahorse on the moon. The giggling began, turning quickly to snorting escalating to outrageous laughter.

We laughed alone, together in a group, unable to contain ourselves. The rest of the room silently judging us all, but it didn’t matter.

Henry’s never picking a film again.