poor choice

I am talking to Shari. 

Before hanging up, she surprises me with an impromptu invite. "Hey, why don't you come over for dinner tonight?  It's just Stew and me.  I'm making tacos."  Shari is an outstanding cook, but more than that, I haven't seen her in a while.  

I've known Shari and Stew for years.  Being with them is always easy. It'll be a no-fuss night.  I don't have to worry about what to wear. I could even skip make-up and feel comfortable.  

I arrive and Shari is in the kitchen. Some meat mixture is warming on the stove top, and bowls of olives, onions, and lettuce are already cut up.  We hang out together, and then watch a bunch of previews to help us decide which on-demand movie to see during dinner.  

Babadook?  Shari won't sleep if she watches this.  

Bird?  Stew has no interest. 

20 Feet From Stardom?  Possibly. Shari is a strong advocate for this one.  

John Wick?  Shari loves Keanu Reeves and heard the movie was great.  Too much shoot-'em up for me.  

The Voices? Maybe, but no one is wildly enthusiastic about it. Could be good, or could be very stupid.

A Most Wanted Man?  Looks confusing. Shari is unsure, but does add, "Ronda saw it and loved it." Stew and I like this one best.

Shari lobbies unsuccessfully for the rock-doc film, 20 Feet From Stardom, but then gives in to Stew and me.

Ten minutes into the film and no one has a clue what's going on.  Even on the most basic plot points, we are all confused.  Who is that?  What organization does he represent?  Is he American, German, or something else? Does this movie take place in 2001 pre-9/11, or is this current time? Shari is hating the movie.  I'm on the fence.  And Stew argues, "We are not supposed to know what's going on. Soon all the pieces will fall together."  They do, but at an excruciatingly slow pace.

An hour into the movie Shari is mostly asleep.  I am bored.  And Stew is semi-into it.  It's already 10:30, so I say my good-byes and thank you and leave.  I consider renting the movie on PPV just to see the last hour.
  
This morning I get an email from Shari:

Stew liked it until the ending. He said I saved myself over an hour of time. Hope you didn't rent it. 

I call Stew and he relays the unsatisfying ending.  

Glad I didn't rent it.  Sorry we didn't go with Shari's choice. But nice to have friends where even a bad movie can't ruin a good night.