The Director of THE ONE I LOVE Returns With a New Dystopian Love Story Coming Soon to Netflix - If you're like me, you've been feening for a new film from Charlie McDowell, who directed the out-of-nowhere amazing *The One I Love*, for what seems li...
Sunday, June 19, 2011
"Hey look, It's Pat is on!" Why? Why can't I just turn off the TV? Would it be too great a crime against my senses for me to seek rest instead of subject myself to torture such as this? Of course it doesn't help that I don't become consciously aware that I've spent the last hour watching From Justin to Kelly until it's far too late to do anything about it. Then my mind justifies seeing it through to the end, all the while constantly reminding me of the stupidity of its own decision.
Oh yes, those lovely little decisions made in a time well beyond the signal to have retired for the evening. In those moments, anything is possible, and everything sounds reasonable. "A two hour documentary on Donald Trump's hair? Score!" Willpower you say? How could I possibly refuse three straight hours of competitive backgammon!? There's just no end to my desire for early morning nothingness.
So, I ask - what viewing decisions have you made in those quiet moments prior to the break of dawn that you've found yourself going "what the hell was I thinking?" the following day?