Ode to Netflix

So I haven't blogged in at least 2-2.5 million years, so I decided to make up something to blog about. Perhaps it won't make too big of a difference considering no one will likely read this having given up after waiting 1.99 million years to see something new, and finally giving. So I guess I'd like to start by thanking all my hardcore fans for coming back.

So in our new apartment we decided to ditch paying for cable and have invested in a new and dear friend, Netflix. For those still unfamiliar, it is a rocking good way to have the mailman bring you something several times a week! It's like my new version of vendo-mania, for those of you that remember those days. Our most recent faves would include the following:

The Office. The whole world has been talking about this show for a long time now, and we finally just started watching. I confess it to be an addiction of sorts, but of the best kind. For those that work in an office, you'll find someone in this show who reminds you of some nut at your office. I do however find it ironic that I use a spoof on work to unwind from work. (Sigh)


Seven Samurai. This is a must see. I've been apart of many a Kurosawa discussion in my days at BYU, mostly seeing snippets here and there. But finally, for the first time ever, I have seen one of his films. Kurosawa captures a story on film unlike many others can, and the fact that he was making these kinds of films in the 50's when Americans were making sugary musicals and other leave-it-to-beaverish themed entertainment. While set in a more ancient time in Japan, Kurosawa mirrors the hardship of life in Japan in a post World War II world. This film was also the inspiration for the 1960 American classic, The Magnificent Seven.


The Dirty Dozen. Okay, I know there's a number theme going on here, but I'm glad to say that I've finally seen this movie. What started out as dim curiosity stemming from one of the better scenes from Sleepless in Seattle, (and yes, there is certainly room for tears at the end of the film), turned out to be a great experience. I have Abram to thank for this one. He loves old WWII films. It is both humorous and terrifying, not to mention how young and skinny Brian Costello is. (Donald Sutherland for those that don't get that one). I was surprised to find so many moral questions lacing the subtext of the plot. The choosing of the dozen was shady at best, their mission was a questionable one, and how they ultimately carried it out would seem to challenge the glow of the purity of goodness that is so often the portrayal of the American Army. Anyway, I would recommend this to anyone. And it's not a hard old film to watch. In fact, it seems to maintain a very timeless quality, as if it could have been released in my life time.

So there you have it. This has turned out to be more of a copy-cat edition of B&D cinemabon blog (which we all do enjoy), but I haven't much else of excitement in life right now and I think the camera is still packed somewhere. So farewell fearless readers. Good night, and good luck!