For at least three months out of every year, my happiness on the weekends seems to depend entirely on what movies are released. I have been more or less floating through the month of May on a cloud because I have been able to hit the local cinema for some truly enjoyable, popcorn-munching fare.
My joy came to a screeching halt this weekend. With the major release being Sex and the City, I am at a loss for what to do with myself. I have no interest in watching this film. I enjoyed the Robot Chicken episode that spoofed the television show by juxtaposing it with The Golden Girls. That's all I need. I'm good.
I've read other (more professional) online movie reviewers who share my lack of interest report that they feel obligated to watch this movie in order to review it. I guess that's where integrity gets you. For my own part, I will be posting my usual one-line review of Sex and the City without having watched a single scene that didn't sneak up on me in the form of a movie trailer.
Now I will probably go catch a matinee of The Strangers during the week. That's not my favorite genre, but I've read a little bit of buzz that it's well-executed. I guess that will have to do this week because I have to go see something. If I ever go more than 7 days without eating movie popcorn I'll turn to stone. At least that's what the old gypsy woman told me.
Do I believe her? I'm not sure. She loses a little credibility for setting up her booth right next to the flavored ice vendor, but I'm not much of a gambler.
