They decide to see different shows, to cover more ground. David knows after the third one that he should never have let Chuck pick the schedules. He’s seen Albainian, Indian and Thai family dramas, and a film about a turtle. He’s going to kill Chuck, and then watch something explode.
At dinner they compare notes, which is to say David yells a lot. “Listen,” Chuck sips Dave’s drink, “You wanna trade line-ups?”
They do. The next afternoon, at the three-hour mark of a touching story about a rural Peruvian family, it dawns on David that he’s been played.