February 23rd, 2011
Sometimes I think that I just like to be difficult. I order my salads with the dressing on the side, I don’t like raw onions but don’t mind them cooked, and, when I want to mix things up a bit, I try to use my left hand instead of my right when I do menial tasks. See what I mean? Difficult. I also find myself liking movies that “everyone” hated and disliking films that I “should” adore (according to the critics and the general public). I have tried to do a bit of self-analysis in an attempt to understand my deviation from mainstream’s perception of media. I wondered, were my expectations set too high for these “wonderful” films to reach? Or did I set myself up to dislike them because of some strange desire to be different? Essentially, I wanted to know if the problem lies with me or the films. After much consideration, I have decided it’s the films. It’s definitely the films.