Monday Movies: The Purge
This week the only movie I watched all the way through was Woody Allen’s Zelig, on Brad’s recommendation. It was a nice way to spend an evening: charming and short. This weekend we started Pierrot le fou, which I thought would be one of Godard’s “normal” movies but quickly became one of his “crazy” ones (I really wanted a nice plot-driven French New Wave film, and this was not it), and Kyoshi Kurosawa’s Seance, which we were really enjoying but didn’t have time to finish before meeting up with a friend.
The big movie-related event for me was a major purge of my Netflix queue. For probably about a year now, my queue has been less a nice resource to remember the movies that I want to watch than an intimidating and seemingly endless list of movies that I can’t remember why I added and, in many cases, can’t discern why I would want to watch. In the last month or so, I’ve even considered declaring “Netflix bankruptcy” — just deleting everything and starting from scratch. This weekend I went from about 150 down to 75, and I’m tentatively planning a moratorium on adding things until the end of the school year. It seems to me that ultimately, holding steady around 50 or 60 might be the maximum level you can have and still have some kind of recollection for why things are on there.
All this is a way of preparing for this summer, when I’ll be making heavier use of my Netflix and so will want to be at least moderately enthusiastic about what I’m getting and not waste time leaving movies sitting around for weeks. We’ll see how that works. As it stands, though, in the next couple weeks, I’m likely to finally get around to things that I added literally the first day that I got Netflix, almost three years ago.
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