Inconsistently Consistent.

Two septuagenarians sat behind me at a local movie theater.

During the preview for that impending filmic masterpiece, Deuce Bigalow: European Gigilo, they vociferously complained about the sad state of movies. They expressed their disgust with comments like, "I can't believe they put that garbage in movies today." And, "It's a wonder anyone goes to the movies anymore."

The movie they were waiting to see? Wedding Crashers.

Not only did these critics pay, they stayed.