I departed for the cinema with two fears. My motivation for going to see the movie was to see a life like mine up on the big screen. I cannot imagine any other motive for going to a movie with such a downbeat and unpromising title, so I felt that by going I was outing myself as a member of sad-loserdom. I feared sitting in the cinema on my own, the only sad loser sad enough to actually go. I feared the sneers of the other cinema goes as they guess my motivation.

Only one of the two fears could come true. If I were the only loser sad enough to actually go, I would have the consolation of privacy as I sat and watched the film on my own. So I went.

It was sold out.