Yea, that’s right. I did it. I ended my month long banning (details of the ban) from Netflix. #1GF is doing no better at picking movies than I am, and if I watch another fucking episode of Sex in the City with SJP whining about shoes and trying to look cute, I’m going to simply find a way to stuff feces into the DVD player.

My life without me (drama). A 23 year old woman living in a trailer with her husband and 2 kids finds out that she has cancer and has 2 months to live. Instead of telling anyone, she simply makes a list of things that she wants to do before she dies and does them. It was definitely slow, the acting wasn’t top notch, and the Canadian accents made me want to smack something (ay?), but it was a low budget indy film, and I give them a little more of a break. I mean, if an indy film could afford better actors and camera people, I’m sure that they would get them. It had some good ideas and some great shots, but I kept seeing it as a framework for a bigger budget movie. C+

The Aviator (drama) This was the story of Howard Hughes and his career as an aviator. The acting was pretty good, but the number of stars making cameos got annoying after a while. The money spent on stars could’ve been better spent on rewriting the story that really didn’t seem to go anywhere, and did so for a very, very long time. This was ordered pre-Netflix ban and probably accounted for at least 2 Sex in the City discs being added to the queue. C

Sneakers (intrigue): This was a 1992 spy movie about the theft of an decryption machine that everyone wanted to get their hands on. It moved along pretty well, but I found that I was distracted by the “all white apartment, short haircuts on girls” style that was the late 80s. Oh, and being reminded of the computer technology that was used in 1992 was interesting to see. I had forgotten that we used to use modems that you had to put a handset on. Bwwweeeeeeeeee waaaaaaaaahhhh kkkssscccccchhhhhhhhhhhh eaaaaaww meeeaaaawww. kkkkkksssst. I mean solid B+

Are We There, Yet? (comedy) Outside of UPN, I don’t think that I’ve seen worse writing, a more trite plot, or more poorly executed site gags than this. What I really mean to say is: You cannot begin to understand what a load of crap this was. I think you could make a musical out of some of the posts from this blog and end up with a better movie. Even if you took random posts… Translated into Chinese. With those weird Chinese guitars that go going boing boing bing bwing bwahng… Yes, it was that bad. And I like Ice Cube. D

Dirty, Filthy Love (indy): I thought The Secretary (review) was the weirdest love story that I have ever seen on film, but this one ranks a close second. Not only does the main character of this movie have OCD, but he has Tourette’s syndrome. And he’s lost his job. And his wife has left him. I’m not honestly sure if I can recommend it. On the one hand, I was ready to shut it off during the first 20 minutes out of sheer boredom. On the other hand, the acting was great, the subject was uncomfortable, and and it turned into an interesting and relatively compelling story. If you’re not squeamish and are OK with character pieces, it may be worth a go. B-

Guess Who? (comedy): Ashton Kutcher plays a guy who has just gotten engaged and has to spend the weekend at his fiancé’s parents’ house. Bernie Mac plays the father who is none too happy that his daughter is marrying a honky. It just goes down hill from there with jokes that are staler than Archie Bunker’s 30 year old cigar. C-

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