Good lord, DVDs. Does anyone remember when I received a fairly large shipment towards the beginning of the summer and predicted that that shipment would carry me through August? Yeah, what a load of crap that was -- I must've purchased 20-30 DVDs since then. WHY? I've still got at least a hundred movies I haven't watched, yet I keep buying more. It's insane. This week I bought seven. The week before that I bought four, one of which was a budget set containing six films. I think I bought two or three the week before that. IT MAKES NO SENSE I TELL YOU. I haven't even watched all of the movies I picked up during my last two trips to NYC.

On the plus side, these purchases haven't been terribly expensive -- I may have bought seven DVDs this week, but the most expensive of them, House of Flying Daggers, was $6.99. Gamera (GAM-OOH-LA!) was a buck. Still, it's gotten to the point that I bought a couple more DVD storage booklets, one of which has been designated as a queue for all of the movies I haven't watched. (You know how people use Netflix? Well, I call that booklet Wesflix.) I had intended to use the other one to house only the movies I despise, but much to my surprise I don't actually own enough movies that I dislike on that level to fill an entire booklet.

Here's a quick review of one such film, though: Blazing Saddles. Several people have recommended that movie to me, saying, "I bet you'd really like it!" before giving me a quick plot summary. Now, I'll admit that I generally hate movies that people recommend to me because of their so-called progressive messages -- I'll grant that To Kill A Mockingbird was a classic film with great performances, but I don't even think that film's message was terribly encouraging in a modern context. Crash was a well-done film in a stylistic sense, but its message fucking sucked. So I wasn't really expecting to like Blazing Saddles, especially given that it is a comedy and that a meaningful treatment of racism would never be funny, because it's not a ha-ha subject. Having watched the film, though, I hated it for an entirely different reason. It was just fucking stupid. Really, really fucking stupid. I want to slap the hell out of everyone who suggested that I watch it. Ugh.

Other films that would've been placed in this bottom of the barrel booklet include I Spit On Your Grave (which is so vile that I haven't been able to bring myself to finish the movie), Hobb's End, Stephen King's Sleepwalkers, and Blood Sucking Freaks.