I remember wondering why my dad did it so much, given he never ever got a positive reaction. But now that I’m a dad, I get it. It’s just a sort of instinct. In fact, I think I’m seeking the puns that go splat rather than landing well.
For years, my dad and I had pun fights. Sadly, my mom was caught in the middle. Literally. Her chair was between my dad’s chair on one end of the living room, and mine on the other end.
That stopped after a while. I guess it was all the strokes and over work that got him.
Maybe I'm just old and tired, but this pun is exactly like what you'd find in a movie review, which is literally the worst type of literature for that exact reason, and should be banned worldwide.
Don't be so hard on movie reviewers. They're mostly just alcoholics on pensions who found a reasonably good retirement gig. Also, they have more random esoteric knowledge about movie shit than anyone in our industry has about anything.
Only a good writer, that truly enjoys their craft, is able to masterfully insert a witty dry pun like that into their work. Bravo!