It is now the morning of the eighth of December, meaning I've had exactly seven days of movie watching. Over the past seven days I've seen a number of films, twenty-one if we're going into specifics. Some brilliant, some fine, some major guilty pleasures and others just downright unbearable. If you listened to my podcast on Friday then you've probably already got an idea of which films fall into what category. If you haven't, well, you're in for a treat. Maybe not, but how awesome did that sound!!!
It's been a week of laziness, chocolate and constant patting of my dog as he charges into my room with the hopes that I'll play with him (and no, I'm not that dickish. I did actually play with him). While I'm rather tired because of a minor lack of sleep, which is mostly thanks to my late night movie watching and early awakenings, so far I'm perfectly okay. I've been traumatised by a few unbearable movies (and a killer clown named Pennywise), but that's nothing I haven't experienced before.
Before I delve deep into the lows, I must point out the highs. There's been more than a few top notch films that I've viewed in my life, causing my standards of film to be slightly higher than those who either don't watch a lot of films or don't view them with a critical eye. This week's best film was easily From Russia With Love, although I literally just discussed that. Some other highs, however, included the touching and emotional war flick, The Boy in the Stripped Pajamas, the constantly gripping biblical movie, Exodus: Gods and Kings, and the mind-bending and complex sci-fi film, Minority Report.
So that wraps up the first week of December. It's been a rather entertaining, if not sleep deprived, week. At this stage in the game I'm enthusiastic, but if I'll feel the same next Monday is yet to be decided. I guess you'll just have to check back in again to find out. Too-da-loo.