Two U-Haul boxes filled with all the physical junk I’m sure I don’t need in my life finally arrived on Friday, so this weekend was mostly made up of unpacking boxes, figuring out where all the frivolous crap I own could go, and hoping I can get rid of pretty much all of it before my next move. Still, there was some time for entertainment this weekend—primarily the weekend’s nine hours of WWE content.
Marvel’s The Defenders is now streaming on Netflix, meaning I’m once again reminded of all the other shows I’ve wanted to watch (and still want to watch in a lot of cases) and haven’t gotten around to for unknown reasons. I’m also reminded of the sequence of events that makes up my Netflix experience more often than not:
- Mindlessly scroll through categories
- Add too many shows and movies to my list
- Watch The Office (or Parks and Recreation or Friends)
- Forget about those new additions to my list
- Repeat steps 1-4 ad nauseum
- Delete tons of shows and movies from my list when it gets too overwhelming
- Start the whole process again
Pretty normal, right?
My wife and I have been trying to expand our Netflix habits beyond watching the same few sitcoms on repeat lately. This has been (mostly) good. I finally watched GLOW. We’ve checked out standup specials from Donald Glover and Louis C.K. this week, with several more grabbing our interest. And I found a show that let me know once and for all that my childhood is dead.
The first season of Netflix’s GLOW (Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling) is, in terms of the actual wrestling portion of the show, just the beginning. It’s all build to the first show, which sets the stage for the work to come in the recently picked up second season of the show. But GLOW isn’t about the wrestling so much as it’s about the women behind the wrestling and the man running the project. That’s not to say the in-ring action isn’t good though—it is, especially considering the actors reportedly did most of the in-ring work themselves. It’s just that this is a show about people who happen to be wrestlers in a new promotion, with personal development and interpersonal relationships shining throughout the season.
My wife and I spent a good chunk of the weekend looking at dogs and eventually adopting a little guy we named Groot. It turns out being on the move so much is a little counterproductive to consuming entertainment (shocker, I know), but you can click through the break to see what I managed to sneak in over the weekend.
A couple big things happened in the Hollywood-adjacent world yesterday. Let’s take a look.
Thanks to the lackluster reviews of The Dark Tower, Wind River‘s extremely limited release, not to mention other obligations perfectly timed to make my favorite movie time (discount morning tickets for the win!), I ended up spending the entire weekend out of movie theaters. Here’s the entertainment that filled my free time instead:
I would’ve loved to be playing Pyre all weekend, but I somehow managed to not get a chance to play it at all. Here’s what I did watch and play:
I apparently don’t have enough on my plate already, so I created a very stupid Twitter account I plan on updating at least once a day. The internet is full of opinions, many of which are formed without enough (or any) information. This has somehow inspired me to do something.
The concept is simple: short (≤140 characters, obviously) reviews of movies and TV shows—written without watching them or with as little information as possible (or as though that’s the case). Yeah, I said it was stupid. But I hope it’ll be fun too. For you. I know it’ll be fun for me.
Check it out here:
I love movies. That’s probably obvious. This account is intended to be the dumbest possible way to celebrate that love. Please don’t take the “reviews” on there seriously. Or do. It’s your choice. But please don’t. This is meant to be fun, plain and simple. Regular reviews will still be here whenever I manage to see new movies, but I hope you’ll check this new thing out too.
If you’re interested, I’d appreciate a follow. If you enjoy it, tell your friends, tell your family, tell your pets or whatever other animals are nearby… or keep it to yourself. Whatever you choose to do, I’ll try to make it worth your while.
My wife and I like American Ninja Warrior, and last night was one of the few times we decided to catch it live instead of checking it out on Hulu the next day. There were roughly 18,000 ads for a show debuting after ANW, a show I’ve seen a couple headlines about but haven’t bothered to look into because it had ‘bad genre bullshit’ written all over it.
That show is Midnight, Texas. It is, unequivocally, bad genre bullshit. To be fair, I only half-watched the first few minutes. And I only half-watched those minutes because the remote was a few feet away and I wasn’t exactly being productive. But I’ve never wanted to escape something more than I wanted to escape the confines of Midnight, Texas after a single scene.