My bother-in-law, Gary, called the other night to describe a movie he couldn’t remember to my husband (his brother) Mike. Mike couldn’t figure out what he was talking about, so he handed me the phone.
Me: You’re trying to remember the name of a movie?
Gary: Yeah. So, it was like 4-5 years ago. There’s this guy, he’s in prison I think, and then he gets out and starts killing all these people. And he’s got a flame thrower.
Me: A flame thrower?
Gary: Yeah, and he just starts killing all these people.
Me: With a flame thrower? Seems like a conspicuous way to kill people. I’m not a detective or anything, but…
Gary: I don’t think he always uses it.
Me: Is he like a bad guy or a good guy seeking vengeance on the bad guys who killed his family or something?
Gary: I don’t know… I couldn’t decide if I liked him or not.
Me: Wait… not a flamethrower… you mean like a pneumatic bolt shooter thingy? Are you thinking No Country for Old Men? The ‘friendo’ dude?
Gary: YES! That’s it! Thank you!
Me: Wait, you couldn’t decide if you liked him?
Me: He was psychotic killer who killed everyone in the movie, including innocent people not involved in the plot at all.
Gary: Yeah that guy.
Me: He flipped a coin to decide whether he’d kill a random convenience store clerk.
Gary: (getting excited) Yeah, yeah!
Me: AND YOU COULDN’T DECIDE IF HE WAS A GOOD GUY OR A BAD GUY?
Gary: Anyway, cool, thanks!
(he hangs up)
Me: (to Mike) Your brother couldn’t decide if the psycho in No Country for Old Men was a good guy or a bad guy.
Me: He’s not allowed to watch the dog anymore.
Mike: Fair enough.
PS: Getting this question a lot – “Bother-in-law” is on purpose, not a typo.