Almost four o’clock on a Saturday afternoon, and I’m still in my pajamas. Sometimes, you just can’t beat a weekend.
Last night, we rented the Plato-unrelated movie “The Cave,” which, unlike some awful films I could name, at least didn’t violently hate us. It’s a tricky business, finding bad movies to mock. Movies so bad you want to kill yourself have their place, but boring movies, shot poorly, are just useless for our purposes. Useless, I tell you.
Today, when I finally did get out of bed, I got caught up on some TV I’d taped (DVR’ed? Tivo’ed?) and put away the rest of our Christmas decorations. Left a few up that are winter-related (snowmen and the like), as opposed to Santa-fied. Did hope to get some writing done, but it’s looking like that’s much more likely for tomorrow than for today. Instead, I think I’ll find out what happened at the Golden Globes earlier this week. The not-knowing’s been driving me bonkers!!
I’ve replaced “taped” with “recorded.”
Movies bad enough to mock but not so bad you want to kill yourself…
Might I suggest trying some of the fine pieces of cinema dredged up from the deep recesses of Satan’s jockstrap by the folks at Mystery Science Theater 3000?
Sorry. The train of thought led me to “The Reflecting Skin.” I felt like it was telling me, “Just Kill Yourself…Just Kill Yourself…”
Great movie. Terrible theme. Wish I’d never seen it.