Much as I attempt to yank her tastes into civilization, the spousette prefers, in her words, “mindless entertainment,” and when I force her to sit through, say, Last Year at Mariennbad, I can expect to be punished with a lot of recent box-office titles that have become available on Amazon Prime. She accordingly selected Star Trek: Beyond last night. My review:

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.

Two hours of my life I’ll never have back again. In her defense, she acknowledged that the feature approached, without penetrating, the last bar for mindlessness, whatever that was.

resentfully,