ill-be-istj-if-no-one-else-is:
It’s already been a long week, so I have a hopefully fun question.
A friend’s family has a phrase for when we can suspend disbelief for something large, but not something smaller: too many lemons. It comes from that seminal classic, National Treasure, in which they accept that a. Nic Cage is a historian and b. There’s a treasure map on the back of the declaration of independence, but have difficulty believing that Cage’s father has a couple dozen lemons in his refrigerator.
As an avid fan of superhero entertainment I run into this a lot. The science in The Flash is frequently a cause for facepalming but I’m totally fine with the basic premise of “oh yeah, particle accelerators can give people superpowers.” Or I accept that Daredevil can feel a half degree temperature difference but am bothered by the utter insanity of New York geography presented.
So… What’s your too many lemons story?
Chaucer in A Knight’s Tale. I was prepared to accept the costumes. I was prepared to accept the questionably-accurate jousting. I was prepared and possibly excited for the rock music. I was aware that this movie was going to involve a naked Paul Bettany (what is my life that I said afterwards “it’s not like it’s the first time I’ve seen Paul Bettany strategically nude”)
But the characterization of Chaucer. Aie. Nope. Can’t do it. Bailed after about half an hour. Yelled at people afterwards.