Jesus H. Christ. Matt Damon? Don’t get me wrong, Will Hunting would’ve murdered playing Cobb, but come on Mom. Get your suburban, cushy life together. Granted, memory isn’t that special on things I don’t pay much attention to, either. I can name every single player on the playoff roster form the ’93 Phillies but ask me the woman’s bday and I’m up shit’s creek without a paddle. But still, Mom needs to have a better showing on a movie she just finished watching or else it may be time to put her in a home. Or show her Memento next and watch her brain melt.
Mom explaining The Matrix is even more of an acid trip on Alzheimer’s.