If it seems like I’ve been writing about Netflix a lot lately, its true, I have been. It’s also true that I love Netflix. Like, so so much.
Lately it seems like I only have two settings—full throttle or no throttle—and I can only do so much…throttling before I want to…ahem…throttle myself. Ha! Oh man that was an awful joke. Whatever. The point is that when I’m at home I want to be not thinking about moving/packing/deferring loans/saying good-bye or any number of other stress-filled activities, and so lately I’ve been watching a lot of movies. Which is what I was all set to do last night. I had spent the day packing some stuff (A month early! I am on the ball! And yet still stressed out!) and cleaning my house and doing my French homework. At 7:00 I was ready to not be doing any of that anymore.
So I reached for my Netflix pile of goodness, and that’s when the magic happened. I discovered that they had sent me two discs that both said Rebel Without A Cause. I assumed one was special features or something, and grabbed the one on top, fully ready to commit to watching a ‘classic’ movie which, while practically guaranteed to be great, wouldn’t necessarily provide the same level escape as say, Bridget Jones’ Diary. But whatever—I was ready to go with James Dean and Natalie Wood and the whole gang. But! BUT! When I pulled out the disc it wasn’t Rebel Without A Cause at all! It was Season Four Disc Two of Sex and the City! Which is just as escape-worthy as Bridget Jones’ Diary—perhaps even more so since I can’t actually recite then entire series by heart.
What are the chances of that? I mean, I’m sure there are mix-ups at Netflix all the time, but I imagine it’s more like someone is expecting The Soprano’s Disc Three Season Two and ends up with Wagons East or some other such monstrosity of cinema. And I’m sure there are plenty of people in the world who would consider Sex and the City a poor substitute for classic Hollywood cinema. However, I am not one of those people. It was like the God’s of TV viewing had smiled upon me.
Thank you, Netflix, for not being fooled by all the black and white movies in my queue. It’s like you can see right into my heart.