I exchanged movies at Blockbuster the other day. Four of them. Charlotte's Web may have been the only one watched. Busy with homework and not in the mood for horror or terror kept me from watching them. Anyways, a fellow customer held the door for me and asked if I had anything good. It was the weekend and perhaps Blockbuster's supply was low. I said what I just told you. No. Charlotte's Web was probably liked.

Grabbing the last copy of Children of Men suddenly brought the same door holder to my side for commentary. He said it was a good movie. I know. I already saw it once. Well, he said I'd better watch the extra stuff. No problem. I usually do.

The other movie I rented was Marie Antoinette. So cute. Martin checked me out. He said he only saw the beginning of Marie Antoinette and not because it was bad. He also asked how I liked Blockbuster online. I love it, I told him. Martin had one-and-a-half arms. He is my new hero. He's helping me not pick at my thumbs but doesn't know it.

The extra stuff on Children of Men was so disturbing I couldn't finish it. It was crap, that's why. The deleted scenes were few and fine. No problem. The scareumentary was perverted. Passionless experts tore apart the fiction story. They dug their claws into it to scare us into thinking children of men is possible and we are causing it. How might we be causing ourselves to be infertile? One expert said gated communities are a problem. One said global warming is melting ice into water which flows into land and causes people to move into other lands--and this is a bad thing. Globalization, in fact, was represented as a major part of the problem. I turned it off when they started spewing opinions about immigration. I couldn't figure out their stance. It actually sounded like they were saying every country ought to tighten its borders to keep itself pure.

I returned the movies last night and rented a safe Lost in Translation.