My bronchitis continues to plague me (as do the side effects of the antibiotic) and I have to travel for work this weekend, so I won't be posting much for the next few days.
I've been watching a lot DVDs lately, in part because I'm too exhausted to do anything else. We recently joined Netflix and it's superb. The deal is that you keep three (or five, if you want to pay more than $21/month) DVDs out a time, for as long as you want. If you've been plagued by late fees in the past, I'd highly recommend it. We set up a queue of 62 movies on the website; when we mail one back, Netflix logs it in the next day and mails out the next DVD in the list, which we get two days later. The queue is easy to reorder, so that you can change your mind about what you want to receive when.
Anyway, in the past two weeks I've watched Children Underground (magnificent and heartbreaking), Morvern Callar (inscrutable and kinda boring, although I liked the music), Thirteen (compelling but infuriating because I wanted to see the villian of the movie, Evie, get what she deserved, which never happened), and Donnie Darko (Huh? If anyone can explain this movie, which I enjoyed very much, please drop me an email).
With that, I'll leave you with my boyfriend's Amazon.com review of S.W.A.T, easily the worst movie we've seen in a while. Enjoy.
Even by summer action flick standards, this movie is pretty bad. Why did they even bother making this? It was so cookie-cutter generic and predictable. I kept thinking maybe they were setting us up with this paint-by-numbers plot, only to throw in some huge twist at the end, but no such luck. This was one of the few movies I've seen where I was able to predict each and every event that was going to unfold with nauseating accuracy. Even this review is generic, for cying out loud. Yes, this movie was so bland that it actually infects everything it touches and renders it disgustingly uninteresting. Case in point; I used to have a sense of humor and an active social life before the day I watched this movie. Ever since then, all I can think about are state bailment laws, APA format, Leon Uris, and fluctuating interest rate trends on home equity loans. My friends have all alienated me due to my incessant rambling about stuff nobody cares about. Even now, I ramble on. Don't you just want to shoot me? Don't let this happen to you. Stay away from this movie.
I think my boyfriend needs his own blog.
Posted by kswygert at March 26, 2004 09:00 AM