The OTHER Abe Lincoln

Plopping down on the sofa, I turned to my man and inquired about a movie for the night.  As we perused the list of available options, the cover image of a lanky man with an axe snagged my attention.

"You know, that movie we watched about Abraham Lincoln the other day really was a good movie."  I took a sip of my drink and settled further in to the couch.

"Which one?"  His look was the blank page of no recollection.  Then the light dawned in his eyes.  "Oh, where he got killed?"

Um...no honey.  The other one.  'Cause that theater malarky is just a myth.