I'm sure a lot of you are aware of this already, but this month I am undergoing a little challenge, and it's not to watch only horror movies as I've done that already this year. No, instead it is to watch precisely (or more than) 100 movies within just one month. That month? December, mainly because it's my least busy month of the year. Well, it was before I decided to do this challenge.
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!!!
I won't take you through each film individually because that would just take way too long and I don't have the time. Really I do, but I'm lazy and want to watch Mulholland Drive. I shall begin with my feelings on this challenge as a whole, or more so how I'm coping with all these films. In an average month I watch anywhere between 20 and 35 films. During the first seven days of this month I've already caught up to that. It was surprisingly easy to find all the films I wanted to watch, especially since I have access to every country's Netflix.
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.
Out of the twenty-one films I've watched already, only three of these were rewatches. The first, The Impossible, is still a film I love to pieces. It's emotional, gripping and led by brilliant performances, even if the kids occasionally got an unintentional laugh. The second, Dr. No, kicked off my James Bond rewatch-a-thon. It's still a film I absolutely love and one the better classic Bond films, although not quite as good as the other Bond film I watched again, From Russia With Love. James Bond really is the man (or men, if you believe the theory that James Bond is simply a codename).
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.
And finally, this week I was fortunate enough to only watch a few mediocre movies. My lowest star rating on Letterboxd (follow me here) was 2, although there were a few unfortunate enough to receive this rating. The first of which was Kevin Smith's unfunny flick, Cop Out, which is so unfunny that I had to get through it in two different sessions. The second was The Counselor, last year's Ridley Scott directed thriller with an abundance of a-list celebs who do nothing but talk about irrelevant things. And the final two star film was The Waterboy, which is another Adam Sandler comedy that'll make you want to bash your brains in with a blunt spoon. Hey, it was better than Grown Ups at least.
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.