It's been a while

If you know anything about me, you know that I am not the biggest fan of mainstream movies. That is not to say that I do not go to the cinema to watch mainstream movies. But I go with very low expectation. For some reason, I also feel less comfortable going to mainstream movies alone. I have no problem going to the indies and foreign ones alone. Odd, no?

When there's a lot of talk about a movie that I haven't seen, I get curious, and NetFlix it to see for myself. Problem is, you usually need time to sit down and dedicate yourself to watching a movie on your couch. Yes, I do enjoy my time on the couch, but the last thing I want to do after a long looooong week of work is sitting down and concentrating on following a story line, and god forbid, one of these complicated multiple story lined movies. The quality of movies is so bad these days is so bad that there are obvious attempts at beefing movies up, and that really REALLY irritates me.

I am sick and tired of boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl, insert misunderstanding, cause separation, build story around fixing said inserted misunderstanding, and ta-da, boy and girl get back together and live happily ever after. [INSERT GAGGING NOISE]

Add little variations here and there, and you have 45% of the mainstream movies.

If you do the math, there's a whole 55% left, how could that not be good enough to satisfy my need for a good movie? Well, let's hit the other 45% of mainstream movies that need to be flushed down the toilet: violence and/or scary crap. Jason, Freddy, Mike, Hannibal, guy with gun, girl with thin long heel or ice pick. YAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWN!

There's maybe, and that's a HUGE MAYBE, 10% of the mainstream movies that are worth the time you spent sitting down to watch them. That doesn't necessary mean that they're spectacular, but hey, if a movie doesn't make me feel like I just lost precious time exposing myself to the stupidity from which a lot of talentless people made tons of money I can never dream of even seeing, then it qualifies for that 10%. Every once in a while, a movie actually stirs the emotion in me. Yep, that is one emotion. Ice queen at your service.

Well, to make a long story short, and we all know that's a lost cause, I actually watched a mainstream movie today, after many many months of it sitting in my DVD player, thanks to NetFlix. It was The Departed, and it was worth every second of sitting on that couch.

MOVIE SPOILER ALERT - DO NOT READ FURTHER IF YOU HAVE NOT YET SEEN THE MOVIE

Now here's what I don't get: in what world is the only person that survives in a movie Marky Mark? No matter how much he acts, which is really restricted to the angry Bostonian, possibly the easiest way to make a ton of money playing yourself, he is still to me Donnie's little brother. Not only that, but how dare anyone kill off Leo? Yes, he is my guilty pleasure. Most people's guilty pleasure is chocolate or ice cream. If I had a choice, I'd lick Leo DiCaprio. He's my guilty pleasure. He's single, allegedly, so I convince myself that I still have a chance. He also cares about the environment, as if I needed more reason to love him. But with someone like Gisele on his dating record, my chances are in the negative, if mathematically they could go below zero. Either way, he brings out the drooling ogling obsessive chick in me...

Oh yeah, back to the movie. Umm... it was good. See it. And if you've seen it, do you think that the baby is Leo's?

Yes, there was a lot of shooting and killing in this movie, but the thing that really gets me is how realistic it all seems. Anything involving corruption in public service is realistic, and a movie about that is on my not-so-bad movie list. The movie was definitely worth all the hype and awards. And Leo, oh my Leo... let me have a moment.... yeah, Leo was great in it, so was Matt Damon. The rest could've not been good with the good story line, but I could've lived without seeing Alec Baldwin grab his junk. In fact, boys, all of you out there, I can really live without seeing any of you grabbing yours. It's there, it's not going anywhere. Crotch check is not necessary.

Just a few thoughts!