Some people have bad days when it comes to movie choices. My best friend once chose “A Portrait of A Lady” and I have still never forgiven him for that awful, soul sucking waste of time. Or the time he made me see “Mother.” My husband usually does better. But by some odd dichotomy, he chose two polar opposites that night: “Midnight in Paris,” a highbrow Woody Allen flick, and “Your Highness,” one long fart joke. I love spoofs, but I like spoofs like “A Princess Bride,” or “Blazing Saddles.” My husband described “Your Highness” as something someone wrote when they were really high and really drunk. And yet he refused to change the channel. This is something that I will never understand. Is it a male thing? Is it some attempt to fully extract the entire dollar amount he paid to redbox? I personally think he just loved the torture he was putting me through.