February 7th, 2011
It’s been a while since I was excited to receive a DVD in the mail. Perhaps it has been out of laziness or just sheer convenience, but lately I seem to gravitate to my watch instantly queue. With fondness, I remember the days of yesteryear (OK, two months ago)—when I would rip into that red envelope with the fervor of a child opening a birthday present. However, the last few DVDs sat on top of the bookshelf for close to a month before I made the effort to watch and return them. Sure, I could blame the holidays, but honestly, I am going to blame Jonah Hex. I must have subconsciously known it would be the stuff that boring, plotless nightmares are made of. I guess I should have listened to my intuition and sent that bad boy packing when it shot in through the mail slot (not a euphemism). I know, I need to move on from my Jonah Hex experience.