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.