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If you’re ever tasked with cleaning out your parents’ home, I can almost guarantee that as you’re working, you’ll be repeating the following mantra: “I will never do this to my children. I will never do this to my children.” And while you’re chanting, you’ll be filling boxes with everything you want to keep.
I’m at the movie The Intern, when someone’s cellphone breaks into song up front. It’s a catchy, little instrumental and I’d probably feel like dancing if I weren’t holding a bucket of popcorn the size of Seattle and trying so hard to hear what Anne Hathaway is telling Robert De Niro. When the cellphone’s owner finally answers it, he tells the caller—and everyone else in the theatre—that he’s in the middle of a movie, something those of us in the audience are well aware of.