Tonight I will do the exceptionally stupid.

Tonight I will watch Sin City 2: A Dame to Kill For.

Yes, again.

Let me explain:

I’ve spoken before about how Sin City is one of the most important films of my 20s.  But the story I don’t often tell is this.

A Dame to Kill For got my friend Jason & I back together.

The trailer for Dame… dropped in March of 2013.  I watched out of masochistic compulsion and the need to feel sorry for myself.  I was finishing up The Big Rewind, I was missing Jason, who I hadn’t spoken to in seven years, and the trailer’s existence seemed to be telling me All right, Cudmore, let’s do this.

Little did I know that he was watching that same trailer and thinking All right, Jason, let’s do this.

I asked Corey, who is a wonderful magical unicorn from space to put him in touch with me.  He called two days later, and it was like we’d never not been friends.  We danced together at my wedding.  I got to see his awesome sister Sarah again, and have since met up with her just on her own for lunch, nurturing an even stronger friendship than we had before.

And without this stupid bullshit garbage-fire of a sequel, I probably would have never had the courage to reach out to him.

So tonight, Jason & I are going to watch it together, long-distance, texting the whole time as a means of checking in and making sure the other person hasn’t a) wussed out or b) died of sheer awfulness.  We’ll buy the same bottle of wine and imagine that we’re back in the couch of one of our terrible, over/under-heated post-college apartments, we’ll groan and make stupid jokes and probably eat too many snacks.  It’s the old days, the bad days, the all-or-nothing days.  They’re back.

And we’re ready for war.

I’ll also live-tweet it, because that’s what I do.  Join me, won’t you?