Don't Judge Me

Sometimes I do things that make me feel retarded for myself. Sometimes I confess these things to a private confidante. Usually I end up publicly revealing these things on my blog, and inviting humiliation. This is one of those things.

Last night, I went to Redbox and rented a movie. I was feeling really tired and it was a thousand degrees outside, plus I've been slipping downward into an ice cream-eating semi-depression, so I wanted to just stay home and graze in the air conditioning. Sounds not too retarded, right? Actually sounds kind of nice and relaxing, right?

Except when I tell you that I rented Primeval. The tagline: "A news team is sent to South Africa to capture and bring home a legendary 25-foot crocodile. Their difficult task turns potentially deadly when a warlord targets them for death."

My favorite critic comments were, "Primeval is a really bad film"; and "Wow, how much does this movie suck."

I know. I know.

The sad thing is, it's not like I was standing there, sizzling in the sun, debating what to get because nothing good was left. I went there with a purpose - I knew what I wanted, and Primeval was it.

I sought out this specific movie for one reason, and one reason alone :

Judge me if you will, but Primeval was everything I needed that night: hot, cheap (actually free with my Redbox.com online code), big, sweaty, and wearing shirts unbuttoned to the stomach.

In all, a perfect Friday night.