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I love Netflix.

I know, who doesn’t, right?  Well, as much as I adore having so much eyeball entertainment on demand at a reasonably low price, I think I have found the downside. It has to do with the age-old 20-minute rule.

Like sands in the hourglass, so is the 20-minute rule...

Like sands in the hourglass, so is the 20-minute rule…

For those of you who are not in the know (or didn’t realize that the explanation is…you know…in the name), the 20-minute rule grants 20 minutes for a movie to NOT suck before being turned off.

Ready, Set...GO!  No Sucking!

Ready, Set…GO! No Sucking!

I think this is fairly common in a group setting where you have to try and please the majority, but it can at times be beneficial in a more private viewing.  I believe my brain has thanked me on more than one occasion by following this rule.  So where’s that downside?

With Netflix, it’s just too easy.  The other night, I watched two different bad movies, each of them only lasting the requisite 20 minutes.

Hey, that’s not a bad thing, you may have just thought.  You just said your brain thanked you!

If you’re the person who just thought that, please put yourself in a time out…outside…in the snow.  Why?  Because that’s not what it’s about.  It’s about respecting the shitty movie.

I’ve been known to watch more than my fair share of bad movies.  Some of them sucked so bad that I found myself curled up in a ball rocking back and forth, wishing the images would leave my mind.

or more likely...

or more likely…

However, some of my absolute favorite movies fall into the elusive “so bad it’s good” category.  To watch a bad movie back in the day (yes, I feel old saying this), I would have spent money renting it, brought it home, and had it for 3 days.  Why wouldn’t I watch the whole damn thing?  Even if it was crap, I would watch it.  Then I would either laugh, cry, drink to forget, or all three…or I’d hit “rewind” and start it again.

Like this one...

Like this one…

Some of those movies would never have made it past 20 minutes if I hadn’t paid for it, but since I have Netflix, it’s almost like the thousands of movies they stream on demand are free.  I don’t feel guilty at all stopping the movie and never thinking about it again.  But I should.  Why?

Because someone made that movie, and the thirteen dollars and forty-seven cents(ish) they put into it means it has value.  Because even though it feels like it’s free, Netflix is automatically leeching off my credit card every month (albeit at a VERY reasonable rate…and no, I don’t work for them).  Also, because even in some seriously shitty movies, I’ve seen something that made me think “hey, that’s cool”, and that’s sometimes (just sometimes) where inspiration comes from.

You didn’t think I’d tie all this back to writing, did you?  :)