I think my thing is, I've just watched a film about, for argument's sake, a cat whos elderly lady owner dies and she eats her and when the neighbour opens the door, the cat jumps on him and takes a big chunk out of his shoulder before being beaten back and running off into the night to have more bloodthirsty adventures. Then eventually a staffie kills the cat to protect his owner's baby before the baby loses its arm. The baby hugs the staffie and at the end we fast forward to the baby 16 years later winning wimbledon and hugging her pop hearthrob boyfriend who turns out to be the grandchild of the old lady. or something.
As far as I'm concerned I watched a jolly little gory film with a lovely hearwarming ending. awwww.
And then someone starts saying something about the staffie scene being a metaphor for the NHS and the decline of chaplins in hospitals and actually teh cat had an Elvis complex, and the parallels with Bergman's Seventh Seal, and I'm frowning cos I missed that completely.