There was a freeway closure on the way home today, so I called the hubby and arranged for a rare date night in town to avoid sitting in traffic for 2 hours. After realizing that time sure flies by when you have two kids and that every movie I'd wanted to see was either available only by matinee or long gone, we decided on The Descent.
I freakin' screamed my head off, bruised my husband's thighs, squeezed his arm purple, and had a pretty good time. Hubby claims there was one point where I was the only one screaming in the theater, which I say is bs.
I came home and watched the original ending on You Tube. 10x better than our crappy *** US version. I highly suggest you watch that after seeing this.