Day 94: Pressure Cooker (2008)


I feel like my Netflix queue is on the verge of being capped off yet again. With every film I add, I keep my fingers crossed that the title goes through. The feeling reminds me of what it was like when I was a college student and I withdrew money from the ATM. I would always exhale a sigh of relief when the money came out of the machine and my receipt said I still had funds in the account. I breathe that same sigh of relief when Netflix allows me to add another title to my queue. Now, you don’t hit the limit of movies in your queue without some help. I watch a lot of trailers, and like a perfect little consumer, tend to be excited about the movies after I see the commercials for them. And so these films find their way to my list.

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Day 93: Let Me In (2010)


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.

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Day 86: Scott Pilgrim Versus the World


I used to watch movies in the theaters quite a bit when I was in high school and college. I loved sitting on the red velvet seats in a dark room that always smelled of popcorn—even when no one in the theater appeared to be eating it. There, with the lights dimmed and the sound blasting, I would be transported to new worlds, experiences other peoples’ stories, or watch things explode (I wasn’t picky about my movie choices,then, either). It was an experience—not just a movie—that I would share with a room full of strangers. We would laugh together, sometimes cry together, and hurl together (or was that the tag line for Wayne’s World? Schwing!). When the film was over, everyone would file out to the real world and step casually away from the few hours where they were captivated by a long strip of celluloid. Once the credits rolled, and the lights slowly faded up, we seemed all too ready to leave behind that shared sense of community we had for that brief time. These experiences—these almost magical moments—were what lead me to study film in college. And, ultimately, this is what led me to writing this blog.

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Break out the cheesecake, It’s Golden Globes Time!


Like most awards shows, the Golden Globes are a highly contested event in my house. Usually, I am thrilled about any awards show and want to have a mini-party with my husband, the cats, and the dog. My husband, on the other hand, tends to fall on the “I can’t stand this five hour long self-congratulatory crock of hooey” side of the fence. Inevitably, I become bored about three presentations in, and we are left with a bunch of party foods to snack on for the remainder of the week. This particular year was fraught with controversy over the Golden Globes. The second the nominations were announced, I “saved the date” in my calendar. However, a few weeks later, my husband scheduled a rousing game of Dungeons and Dragons that same night. Neither one of us would give in and the house was tense for several hours. Then, I realized that the double Gs start early here on the West Coast; allowing time for both geeky endeavors. Phew.

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