Netflix (the die is cast)

One of many adjustments to my lifestyle I'll be making when I've officially started the new job: I'm going to join Netflix. Accordingly, if any of you want to share viewing queue lists (or whatever they're called; I'm avoiding the Netflix site until it's actually time to join), I'd be more than amenable.

Josh Levin, I think I love you

My favorite phrasing of the day from a review by Josh Levin, courtesy of sclerotic_rings:

"Isn't it massive consumer fraud to charge $10.50 for a barely hour-long movie? Perhaps, but it would've been unforgivable to make Meet the Spartans any longer than an hour. This was the worst movie I've ever seen, so bad that I hesitate to label it a "movie" and thus reflect shame upon the entire medium of film. Friedberg and Seltzer do not practice the same craft as P.T. Anderson, David Cronenberg, Michael Bay, Kevin Costner, the Zucker Brothers, the Wayans Brothers, Uwe Boll, any dad who takes shaky home movies on a camping trip, or a bear who turns on a video camera by accident while trying to eat it."