One of the biggest challenges my husband and I face in our marriage is picking what to watch on Saturday movie date night. So much so, that he posted this video on my Facebook wall. Rather than Friends being our default, our go-to is either Bob’s Burgers, King of the Hill, American Dad!, or Rick and Morty. Our days of clubbing are well over, and we feel no shame spending Saturday night on the couch with the cats. A lot of it is that we’re older and much more exhausted, but it’s also a lot of “been there, done that.”
I-caramba!
Every other week we take turns picking the film, and this past Saturday, it was his choice. I wasn’t paying attention when he watched the trailer for the mini-series we were about to start, but the description sounded pretty interesting.
For your viewing pleasure, I present the I-Land preview, which prettymuch tells the entire story in a minute and twenty-three seconds, although it does leave out the scenes of a mass shooting and (multiple!) sexual assaults that we were fortunate enough to miss because we couldn’t get past the first episode. (Trigger warning: There is an attempted sexual assault in the first episode.)
After I watch a show or movie, I tend to read pretty much every review I can find on the first two pages of a Google search, but since we didn’t plan on ever watching more episodes of I-Land, I started my research right away. I’m a pretty confident writer, but there is no way I could ever write a review as awesome as the ones below. Take a look (spoilers ahead):
- Netflix’s The I-Land is Almost So Bad That You Should Watch It, Roger Ebert
- I Watched All of Netflix’s Abysmally Bad The I-Land So You Don’t Have To, TV Guide
- Couldn’t finish Netflix’s The I-Land? Here’s everything to know (including how it ends), Entertainment Weekly
As far as I-Land being so bad you should watch it, I’m going to have to respectfully disagree. No one should watch it. You, of course, should make your own decision, but if you do choose to spend seven-ish hours watching it to be ironic and then get mad at the realization that you’ll never get that time back, I will say, “I told you so.”
I had a dream . . . about I-Land
I have weird dreams. They’re actually my second favorite part of sleeping, sleeping being the first. I also have a sleep disorder, but that’s another blog.
I’m telling you this because last night I dreamt about I-Land. My husband and I were getting married in this weird church that had blue water on the floor. Or maybe my one-person wedding party was wearing a blue dress. Maybe both. It really doesn’t matter.
To get to the point, before the actual ceremony, I turned to the guests and explained that the raffle tickets under their seats were their chance to win our special gift to them, a trip to I-Land. I then proceeded to play the trailer on the TV that was mounted kitty-corner in the maybe-church.
I work up sometime after my husband, the person marrying us, and I laid on the floor to go through the ceremony in that position. I never found out who won the trip.
Tit for Tat
Last night I agreed South Park: Joining the Panderverse. I haven’t watched South Park since it first came out–it’s definitely not my type of humor. But I was in the mood for something totally irrelevant and I knew my husband wanted to see it. Plus, I was totally prepared to go all liberal on him every time there was something that went against what I believe in (I’m a joy to watch movies and/or anything political with.). And get this (I’m probably going to get some pushback from this so feel free to comment): it made me laugh. And probably because I am who I am and watched it through my political lens, I found it to be much more left leaning–or should I say aware of the ridiculousness of right-wing ideas–than expected. Perhaps I misunderstood the intent, but I did enjoy my version of what I saw.
Tonight, belief it or not, to humor me, Justin has agreed to watch Barbie. I honestly think he’ll love it but if not, he’s welcome to comment as much as he likes. But if he does enjoy it, you know what I’m going to say:
Happy New Year, All!
And remember, you don’t need to make resolutions and if you do and break them, it’s totally fine. You can make changes anytime you want–there is no schedule for that. And to quote a meme I’ve seen going around, if you’re doing nothing but surviving, that’s enough.
Hi, I'm Gia. 