Some independent movies are hits with me. Others are #(%*$%-ing misses.

A new movie theater opened in downtown Huntington a couple of weeks ago. That was very exciting to me because, since Huntington already has three beautiful old theaters, the new one is showing some limited release movies to avoid repeating movies that are being shown on a screen two miles away. So I'm excited about that. Three screens of Spongebob Squarepants? Not so much.

Of course, I'll probably end up seeing the limited releases by myself, because Scott can't stand the decreased production quality. I'm getting discouraged, though, by all the critical acclaim that Sideways is receiving, because typically my enjoyment of a movie is inversely proportional to the ravings of critics. Well, not exactly. But if a movie receives much gushing by movie critics, then I usually end up going, "Huh?" after I watch it. For example, Lost in Translation. I mean, I was somewhat entertained, but I was expecting much better after all the brouhaha. Maybe I just have no taste, I don't know. But in most cases, if something gets four stars across the board, then it's meh for me. I'm more of a three-star kind of girl, I guess.

By the way, if I'm missing something about Lost in Translation, somebody clue me in, please. (Mia? Any thoughts?)

Another thing about indies is they tend to have a lot of gratuitous bad language, which just isn't necessary. I watched Shallow Grave from Netflix (Netflix!) on Friday night, and I'd recommend it. An interesting story, good acting (Ewan McGregor!) and cinematography (unless you're Scott) and they managed to play out most scenes without the f-word. There's also some good dark humor (quotes stolen from Mutant Reviewers from H-e-double hockey sticks):

Juliet: Alex is a vegetarian. Do you know why? Because he feels it provides an interesting counterpoint to his otherwise callous personality. It doesn't.

David: I’ve never seen a dead body before. I saw my grandmother, of course, but I don’t think that counts. I mean, she was alive at the time.

Alex: God, you two are sensitive. All I'm doing is implying some sort of sordid, ugly, sexual liaison. Why, I'd be proud of that sort of thing.

David: Well, Brian McKinley, if you want to talk to my girlfriend you talk to me first. If you want to dance with her, then you apply in writing three weeks in advance or you’re going to end up inside a bin-bag. You didn’t apply so you don’t dance.
Juliet: Do you think you could try to be a little more forceful next time?

Hugo: No, but like all novelists, I'm in search of the self.
Alex: Has he tried down the back of the fridge? I mean, that's where I normally find things.

I can't think of an interesting way to end this. So -- the end.