But instead of three minutes of awkward, it's two hours of "no, wait, this is the good part, I swear I didn't remember that one really bad part"
So it went well this time, but last year I got all excited over Lost In Translation and shared it with my roommates and was met with a resounding "Huh?" as well as a "nothing happened!" and one "I wish I had Scarlett Johansson's butt" It was rather tragic and my friends teased me for liking a "boring indie movie" the highlight of which was Scarlett's boo-tay.
And then there was the time I wanted to go see Where The Wild Things Are. Granted, this was a little different because I hadn't yet seen it, but I championed the hell out of it and pretty much dragged everyone with me to it. And afterwards when they walked out discussing how "that shit was fucking weird" I knew I had lost film suggestion rights for awhile.
Similar issues arise with family. I've showed my brother dozens of movies, sometimes it ends well, like The Usual Suspects and Dark City, and sometimes, we get an In Bruges or Up and he's like "this is boring. I don't care. I'm going to go watch Rush Hour 2" Of course, it's not totally one-sided, like the time my mother tried to show me Fargo and I, in turn, tried to chew off my own limbs to escape the desolate frozen boredom of Northern Minnesota.
So yeah, every time I show my friends a movie there's that element of fear that they'll hate it and claim it sucks and was terriblle and I lose all movie-showing and/or suggesting privileges forever, they'll never want to see any movies with me either in theaters or in the dorms and then I will shunned for my unfortunate taste in film, SHUNNED I SAY.
Who knew watching movies could be such a stressful experience?