Or is that dead people? Nope, I just see bad movies. Often. At least more often than I should.
Despite being a movie geek, I do not watch the Oscars. The Great and Powerful Bev does, however, from the alley behind her hotel this year. It's not as seedy as it sounds, really.
I have mentioned in the past that I am continually attempting to catalog the films I've watched over the years. At present count, it seems I watch a different movie every three weeks. Around 18 unique films a year. That makes the assumption, of course, that I started watching films at birth. And it doesn't take into account those movies I've watched five or ten times or more.
Surprisingly few of those films are bad. And by bad, I mean nearly unwatchable. Films that couldn't be improved by gratuitous nudity. Films I will avoid on television if there's anything, including the home shopping channel, to watch instead. And I like my television.
Sure, some of those films were endured for the sake of our daughters, but I watched them nevertheless and I'll never get those 99 minutes back.
I only bring this up because Judge Dredd was on the teevee last Sunday. And not only did I watch it in painful entirety, but a) it wasn't the first time I'd seen it and b) I actually used my beloved cable provider's rewind feature to catch up on parts I missed. What might be worse? It's entirely possible I paid money to see it the first time.
And somehow the film didn't seem any better this time through. Great actors like Max von Sydow, Jurgen Prochnow and Joan Chen were apparently made offers they couldn't refuse, appearing in such schlock. Rob Schneider? Expected. Completely expected.
|Loser has to watch The Hot Chick...|
Could be worse, though. If I hadn't subjected myself to this, my other option was Billy Madison. And I just couldn't endure that.
For a fifth time.