One of the drawbacks to Netflix is that movies tend to go into the queue in categories. For instance, you may get four Russel Crowe movies in a row or three movies about vampires in a row. Unless you periodically go onto the website and rearrange the queue (which I don't) the category phenomenon happens quite a bit.
After the past few movie selections that have appeared in my mailbox, I am left with one question: Is Nicholas Sparks a chick? After seeing The Notebook, Message in a Bottle, and Nights in Rodanthe all in a row, I suspect that maybe Mr. Sparks had his Y chromosomes surgically removed.
I think I have more testosterone coursing through my veins than Nicholas Sparks! But his movies are good for a night of rolling on the floor in fits of laughter with your best friend.
Oh, and is it wrong that I felt more empathy toward the little computerized claymation guy from UP than I did for any of the characters in Nicholas Sparks' movies?
Please say yes.
1 comment:
haha, yea the wife was thrilled when we had several julia styles movies come in all at once. oops, meant to space those out for sanity's sake. mine, hers, and julia's.
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