I’ve really mellowed with age. In the past, if someone in my household found Jarhead on cable and left it there for a full 123 minutes I would lose my shit. But I’m mature so now I just fuss a tiny bit and then get out the laptop as distraction. My attention was only peaked during a dream sequence when Jake Gyllenhaal’s character throws up sand (I think there was actually another, real vomit scene somewhere in there but I wasn’t paying attention) because he was so distraught over his disintegrating relationship with his girlfriend. War is hell.