I attempted to watch “Nocturnal Animals” the other day. I did not find it dull, but it was a real nasty turn-off of a movie. It starts with fat, sultry chicks giving you the eye while dancing naked in slow motion. Yes it really does. Next follows a self-absorbed woman artist in a bad relationship who receives a manuscript for a novel dedicated to her from her even more self-absorbed ex-husband called “Nocturnal Animals.” The novel follows a suburban family off the road by some redneck psychos, and the mother and daughter end up naked and dead. This was followed by a dinner scene between our two self-absorbed artists in which they bash Republicans. At this point, Deplorable Steve and I walked out.