Hurrrrr / Nostalgia Break

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Things that amuse me far too much:
Openly lying to websites that ask me to rate things.

"Rate the movie I just watched? Why Netflix, I have NEVER seen that movie. Nevermind that you just streamed it at me for hours. I've never even heard of it."

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Lately the boyfriend and I have been prodding Netflix a lot more. I've been trying to kill him, you see, using my childhood memories at a catalyst. When I was younger, I got $5 a week allowance. I'd take it down to the mom-and-pop video store and I'd... well, rent an NES or later SNES game for the weekend.

Later, though, I entered the Playstation years, and M&P videos weren't equipped for that. They did however have a "Five Days - Five Movies - $5" policy. And I had a VHS player and a TV in my room.

I watched a -lot- of b-movies. I rented the entire sci-fi/fantasy shelf twice over. I rented most of the "Thriller" rack. I rented every cartoon of course. But mostly, I rented terrible, terrible movies. Movies no one should watch on purpose. And I watched the HELL out of those movies.

When I think of watching films, that's what I remember. I've seen more movies with Cynthia Rothrock in them than any human being should. I've seen every pre-2000 movie directed by Charles Band and his ever-shifting Full Moon Productions/Video/Films/Features. The works of Roger Corman and Ed Wood are of course intimately familiar to me.

Some day I need to figure out a way to revisit those old "scraping the bottom shelf" video tapes of the past, maybe as a review column or something. (Although better websites than I have covered B-movies for years.) But right now, I think I'm going to settle in with a drink and some chips and have Netflix stream me "Alien VS Ninja".

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If only you'd been into puppeteering and living in Minnesota, right? ;-)