I am not a movie buff.  I can not even tell you the last time I set foot in a movie theater.  If Husband and I still have the energy to watch a movie, and by movie I am referring to one that does not have talking cars or dancing penguins, after the boys are in bed we use Netflix.  We have hundreds of movies in our queue and are currently in the movie watching year of 2006.  I don’t know if this was a particularly bad year for movies or if we just picked some crappy movies to watch from this year but boy have we seen some bad flicks lately.

Last night was our second attempt to watch The Wicker Man.  The first DVD we received was damaged and refused to play thirty minutes into it.  It was right at the point where Nicolas Cage‘s character opened the empty desk lid and out flew that poor captured crow.  The children explained to him that they put the bird in there to see how long it could stand it to which Mr. Cage asked the teacher “Why in the hell did you let them do such a sick thing?”  Then nothing.  We skipped ahead, we washed the disk, but all for not.  I became obsessed with what her answer might be.

A couple of days later the replacement disk came in the mail.  We had not been impressed with the first thirty minutes but one must press on; especially when left with such pressing unanswered questions.  The second DVD froze with twenty minutes left to play.  We were able to finish the movie but the probability of a second DVD of the same movie having issues got us thinking.

Husband:  I don’t think I am going to report this DVD as damaged.

Me:  Why not?

Husband:  We just reported one as damaged.  pause  How many Wicker Man disks do you think we can report as damaged before Netflix takes notice?

Me:  Three.  Maybe four. 

Husband:  We could just keep getting Wicker Man disks, smashing them into small pieces and sending them back. 

Me:  Ah, rid the world of Wicker Man, one DVD at a time…

disclaimer – no DVDs, The Wicker Man or otherwise, were harmed by us before, during or after this conversation.