“That’s the film that made me retch. Retch”

8pm. My husband and I are jogging towards the Eye cinema from Galway city centre, in a last-minute bid to catch a movie. “Something nice and benign,” I gasp, as I’m whisked along.

8.15pm. We sprint into the gloom of Screen 2, clutching tickets for Django Unchained.

“So it’s basically a Western?” I whisper, panting.