Third time's the charm with Netflix and me.
First time, the hubby and I joined and queued up two movies: Hitch
and Hotel Rwanda
. But they fell too far on the respective ends of the comedy-to-tragedy spectrum, and so we never much felt like watching either one. (Well, I never much felt like watching either one. I was in the middle of a nine-month fallow period during which, come Friday night, I wanted nothing more than a couple of glasses of wine and a long doze on the couch.) Then we lost both DVDs in the house somewhere and never found them, but were too embarrassed to own up to Netflix. So we kept paying our monthly fees for three more months before finally copping to our idiocy and paying for the lost DVDs. (Which, incidentally, were never found. I hope they're partying it up in the lost-sock netherworld somewhere with our digital camera and the belt to my favorite wrap sweater.)
After waiting a few months to ride out our shame, we rejoined again, this time under my name only, and ordered a single movie: Walk the Line
. Which was already airing on HBO on a bihourly basis, but no matter. When we got the red envelope in the mail, I tore it open in elation, overjoyed that we had finally mastered Netflix. Of course, you're not supposed to rip the envelopes, as the hubby pointed out about a nanosecond after my trumphant tear. Ashamed, I refused to mail back the DVD for many weeks, then finally double wrapped it in scotch tape and cancelled our membership again. (Also, we never watched the movie.)
After many more months and much soul-searching, we finally joined up again a few weeks ago, under a new email and a new password. And I think we have finally hit upon the magic formula: Netflix like the marginalized high school losers we both once were. To wit, portions of our latest Netflix queue:BananasZeligLove and DeathMonty Python and the Holy GrailBroadway Danny RoseTake the Money and RunMonty Python's Life of Brian
(to reflect on our former nerdom)
Although I just took a look at the queue and noticed the hubby is attempting to get all hoity-toity** again with picks like The Piano
, The Corporation
, and Winged Migration
. Bah. He seems to understand our limits though: The Muppet Movie
still sits firmly atop the queue.
*Meaning of Life
was already Tivoed.
**I wrote too soon. Dan has managed to queue up an animated movie called Flushed Away
, about a "high-society mouse" named Roddy who get flushed down the toilet by "Syd, a common sewer rat." Animation, toilets, and high-society comeuppance? It's the Dan Tobin