
I like to be in control; I like it a lot, but not in a freakish manner. One of the ways I satisfy this part of my personality is with the Netflix Que List.
Hardcore, I know. And every now and then, being the generous and pleasure-seeking domesticated wife that I am, my addiction to light-hearted romantic comedies is self-forfeited for substitutions of husband-pleasing flicks.
Otherwise, complaints start streaming into my negative-adversed ear drum membranes, which I'd rather avoid. This method is how we came about watching a few interesting enough, but strangely plotted movies last week:
The Heart Locker,
The Ghost Writer, and
Salt. They all had ridiculous endings that agitated me tremendously by killing off characters I liked or were vital to solving the plot!
Ever seen any of them?
Thoughts?
WEIRD ENDING! Don't worry about how I had time to watch all these movies.
Angelina's my kind of woman! I think she likes to be in control too. Sexy. Patrick said he had superb confidence that I could pull off all her bad-ass stunts in this movie.
Actually, I guess all these movies are about control freaks. Maybe my subconscious really picked these out!