As an earnest student of cinematic history and a lifelong nutter, my spouse selects movies that are less like entertainment and more like ritualistic self-flagellation via home video. (Let us not forget The Zardoz Incident.)
So I was, of course, not particularly surprised when he arrived home from the video store after being tasked with bringing back Veronica Mars Season 3, Disk 5 and said: "Let me just say: you're not going to like what I rented."
"What? What is it? They didn't have Veronica Mars?"
"What did you get?"
"I wanted to see this a long time ago and I've always meant to watch it and you're going to freak out. I rented Battlefield Earth."
"Well. Okaaaay. On the bright side, you just gave me something to post about."