My exasperated family is used to it. I just hate a movie that ends poorly.
For eight seasons of Game Of Thrones, I was glued to the suspense-packed, gory and maddeningly paced struggle for the Iron Throne. The winner was abruptly picked in a goofy, hugely disappointing five-minute tea-party. Breaking Bad veered off into a pretty bad break. Big Little Lies turned out not to have any real lie. I never understood why Sally suddenly got so mad at Harry.