After I got accustomed to how Netflix worked, I stopped getting the latest releases and went for the older or lesser known movies. I realized that I had gaps in my viewing, and that there was a broader selection of kinds of movies to watch.
Here’s where I began watching documentaries: American Nightmare; Mad Hot Ballroom; Paper Clips; Our Daily Bread; This Film is Not Yet Rated.
I was disappointed in a couple of television shows and stopped watching TV shows on disc for awhile.
I began watching fewer touted anime series. Then I discovered Satoshi Kon’s wonderful films, which are like Studio Ghibli for grownups. High quality, immersive and provocative.
K and I came to the end of Buffy. It was emotional and we had a final episode party. (This was before season 8.)
At this point, I began the first of my genre movie projects. I picked horror because I refused to watch horror movies till I went to college. Too much of a cowardy-custard.
I’m glad I wasn’t blogging when I started watching horror movies because I think I would have triggered a vigilante group. One time I mentioned a a certain horror movie was awful and, judging by their reaction, I ruined my friends’ childhood.
I did find a few gems, and it was worth it. Horror seems to be one of the easiest genres to do and one of the hardest to do well. The only classic horror movie now I haven’t seen is Rosemary’s Baby. I keep meaning to.