We still have a VCR (no Tivo for us) but we hardly use it. This tape had a lesson on applying bruise makeup.

Final Destination: The trash.

The great thing about Netflix is that I now have a queue of movies that the rest of the world saw a long time ago. Some of them are movies that anyone of my age and field should have watched long before now. (I’m not going to list them, but I am suitably embarrassed by some of the gaps in my repertoire of viewed movies.) I’m also getting the chance to see movies I haven’t watched in ages, like Fight Club and Fargo.

Sadly, my next movies haven’t arrived yet, so I’m going to have to review (as in “re-view”) some of the ones I own. I haven’t watched The Graduate in a while, and someone just lent us The Chronicles of Riddick. I know they’re not the same quality of film, but I’ve heard that Riddick is worth seeing. (And I really liked Pitch Black, so I’m willing to give it a shot.)

Wow, look at all those links. I almost don’t want to say that I watched Wedding Crashers tonight, just because of the massive linkage in this post. At least they’re not affiliate links, right? Wedding Crashers was mostly funny, if a bit too long. We did watch the “uncorked version,” which is eight minutes longer. I can see why they cut it down, and I may have to compare it to the theatrical version some day.

Finally watched Juno tonight. I know it’s been a year since it came out, but it was always out at the video store when I tried to rent it. That store closed (farewell to the clerk who told me I’d want to watch Casino Royale over and over; yeah, not so much…) but I have Netflix now.

Juno was waiting when I got home. It was good. Ellen Page was solid; she was funny, clever, and moving. The moment in the minivan, when she finishes sobbing but her face is still twitching and not quite over the emotion, was great.

I knew I would probably like Juno long before I watched it. I pulled down a copy of the screenplay around Oscar time and read the first few pages. I was hooked in and had to force myself to stop reading it before I spoiled the movie. Now that I’ve watched it, I’m going to have to read the screenplay and see if it still hooks me.

My new pillows are good. And they aren’t 7 years old.

Final Destination: The trash.