The dumbest thing I can tell him is that I haven't seen the movie yet because that will seal my fate. "You haven't seen Rambo? Ever? Are you serious? Oh, we're definitely gonna watch it then. I mean, COME ON!" He doesn't care that I don't find this particular genre of film soothing. In fact, he'll act like he's doing me a favor by exposing me to it, like he's giving me an education for free. As far as I can tell, the only degree he has is a Ph.D. in making people watch movies they don't give a shit about.
And, the worst part is that he'll fall asleep before me so I'm stuck watching this bullshit until I finally decide to turn the damn thing off. Then, I'll have weird dreams that involve dojos and trucks exploding and punching foreigners. Who needs that?
If it were up to me, we'd watch something low-key to lull us to slumber, preferably a documentary about space. I'd happily pop in any DVD from the Universe: Season 4 collection and I'd pass out before you could say the words "quantum string theory." Or maybe we could watch a Wes Anderson film because they're pretty, the actors whisper a lot, and I like the music. When I suggest it, he gets all pouty and keeps asking if we could watch something else until I finally relent.
The only hope we have is the movie Bullitt. He enjoys the car chases and I get a kick out of the '60s fashion. And, we both enjoy Steve McQueen being a badass because who doesn't love that? Finally, harmony! It won't quell the movie debate forever, but it's nice to have an ace up my sleeve when we don't feel like arguing and just want to go to bed.