“Alright, Joel has a late night at work – time to get down on all the Netflix he’s not interested in. Yes, it’s time to watch Beasts of No Nation!”
25 mins later: Shit is way too real. Terrifyingly way too real. It’s reminding me of all those articles of selective outrage and white privilege that are telling me I’m a terrible person for not posting all over social media about how outraged I am over every human atrocity. Feeling super guilty because my hard day at work included “not sure if I should respond to this person on Instagram, or if my boss will” as I watch this child’s village be torn apart by rebels. Can’t handle. Back to browse.
Something mindless – hey, It’s Complicated!
10 mins later: This is the exact opposite of child soldiers in Africa. Feel more guilty that I stopped watching the movie on child soldiers in Africa to watch Meryl Streep make plans to build an addition on her Santa Barbara mansion and book a plastic surgery for a wrinkly eye lid and sleep with rich white men. Remember how obsessed mom is with Streep’s character’s kitchen. Miss mom. Feel more guilty because I wasn’t separated from my mom when my village was being torn apart by rebels. Can’t handle watching rich white people when there is a war torn country in my Netflix que. Back to browse.
Something independent… oh hey, 6 Years
20 mins in: I don’t get young people in relationships anymore. Back to browse.
What’s in the recommendations?
A Teacher –
why is has this movie been started already?
Don’t make it past the opening credits – back to browse.
Argo – It’s good, I’ve seen it before, but it might be too real. We’ll see.
20 mins in: still watching. 40 mins in: invested.
I guess sometimes you just need a dose of Affleck*.
*file under things I never thought I’d say. Ever.