In the time I've had a Netflix account, I've had a varying degree of emotions towards the movies I've chosen. I'm very happy I chose to see The Godfather. I was pleasantly surprised by Collateral. I was disappointed by Silence of the Lambs. I was mildly embarrassed for renting Havoc. I was bored to tears by Half Nelson (which I sent back half-watched. I didn't even bother to rewind).
There have also been plenty of WTF moments, where I wonder why the hell I rented this movie, and why am I insisting on finishing it? Such was the case with my recent viewing of Sweet Movie, which you've already read about (unless you haven't). But for the first time, I actually feel ashamed with my choice of Netflix flick. I really wish I could have recognized at the beginning of this film that the feeling I was having was not just plain bewilderment... it was my brain warning me not to continue.
