Back in the Paleolithic, I went on a first, and, it turns out, last date with this girl; we went to see Raising Arizona. Halfway through the film, my date gets up, says “There is nothing funny about kidnapping babies!” and stalks out.
I thought she was wrong, and that there were several quite humorous aspects to kinder-napping; I stayed to watch the rest of the film.
I’m thinking of this now becasue I’ve finally discovered my own limits. So let me just say, here: There is nothing funny about murder. Though this is spun in all sorts of ways (Dexter’s vulerable; he’s been hurt before; he only kills people who deserve it); still. This is where I get off the cultural bus.