My fiancée laughs at me

35 minutes into The Departed:

Me: "Wait—why is Jack Nicholson introducing himself to this guy? Didn't we see Nicholson giving him a graduation present at the start of the movie?"

adfamiliares: "That was the other guy."

Me: "What other guy?"

adfamiliares: "Matt Damon. This is Leonardo DiCaprio."

Me: "...Are you fucking with me?"

adfamiliares: "What?"

Me: "There are two different guys?"

So, I spent the first half hour of the movie thinking it was doing really deep and hard-to-follow things with identity and loyalty, presenting a character who was loyal to both the mob and the police, and internally conflicted about it. I thought the cops had some insanely complicated scheme to create a double identity for him, to the point of scheduling two meetings with him, one after the other, and treating him entirely differently at different times.

Then it turned out they were two different guys.

In my defense, they are both blandly attractive guys with nigh-identical hair and outfits and Boston accents. And they hadn't been in a scene together. And their family backgrounds were confusingly similar.

*sigh*

The movie was otherwise quite good, particularly Nicholson's flailing, malicious decrepitude and Baldwin's self-amused impenetrable denseness. I enjoyed finally being able to play the native New Yorker's game of movie geography—"Hey, the red line doesn't stop at Government Center. That's Park Street!"