The idea for 52 Weeks of Netflix came to me after one of my more recent Netflix movie picks. I added a movie to my instant queue and was immediately told by Netflix what other movies I would also enjoy watching. Amazon is keeping track of what I’m buying, ITunes is paying attention to what I’m listening to, Facebook is even monitoring what Friends I care about most, it only seems natural for Netflix to tell me what movies I like!
So In attempt to see if these powers at be are correct in predicting what movies I enjoy, I will watch a movie once a week that Netflix recommends for me that I’ve never seen before. This week I chose to watch a movie I have seen before but one that I haven’t watched in years and is somewhat random from my normal movie viewing, in the attempt to throw Netflix of the scent. In the column I’ll keep track on whether it was a good recommendation and share some thoughts on the movie!
First Week/Bye Week: Practical Magic.
Netflix Score: 0/0
I picked the movie this week so technically Netflix does not get penalized if I don’t like the selection. Since I intentionally picked a movie I had seen before it begs the question: Why the fuck did I pick this movie?
I have no good answer other than I saw it fifteen years ago and remembered really liking it? As I mentioned in the preface I did want it to be random, and this accomplishes that goal.
For those who have not seen the Nicole Kidman/Sandra Bullock sister flick let me give you small recap. The location is a coastal no name New England town where it’s summer or early fall all year long and apparently even in 1998 no internet or T.V. existed. A family of witches has resided in this town since woman folk wore bonnets on their heads and burning ladies on stakes was socially acceptable. Cut to modern day where you will find Sandy Bullock and Nicole Kidman getting mixed up in some bad shit, muttering some voodoo under their breath, and making being a witch look like a pretty kick ass job.
I guess I chose this movie because I’ve been in one hell of a super funky mood lately, and while I remembered nothing about the plot of this film, I did remember what it felt like being thirteen and watching it.
It would make sense that I loved this movie back in the day because I’m pretty sure when they wrote the script they sat down a group of tweens and asked them to write a story of what they imagine being a grown up is like.
If you IMDB the producers of this film it would be a shit-ton of thirteen year old girls, and this was there bat mitzvah gift. No way was this movie written by an adult. My point is proven with the fact that Sandra Bullock is on the prowl for a new husband just months after her first one died.
Maybe it’s the grown up married woman in me, but I’m pretty sure it would take more than six months and a pep talk from my sister to get me looking for a new boyfriend when the father of my two children just died less than a year ago. Just saying. I’m not a hater, even though nothing about this plot makes sense, I really like this movie!
More important this week than my own questionable movie selection, is the recommendation I got for next week’s movie which is…Peggy Sue Got Married! I actually know very little about this film, but I think it’s pretty famous (roll your eyes now if I’m fucking idiot and everyone but me has seen this film). I’m going to stay ignorant before I watch it, so look for my column next week and see how Netflix does!