It would appear that I have developed one of the first worldiest of first world problems. You see, I simply find myself short of time these days. And what, you may ask, would I do with more time? Would I volunteer at a homeless shelter? Would I pour more hours into my job, which I love? Are there mistreated puppies and kitties that need me to save them? Nope. I need more time to watch movies.
As I’ve mentioned quite a few times (humble brag!!!), I’ve been asked to participate in the Warner Brothers Blu-Ray Elite program. For over a month now, I’ve received three free blu-rays per week from Warner Brothers. To date, they’ve sent me 18 free blu-rays. If those were the only films I watched, it would be perfectly manageable. And if they sent me garbage that I wasn’t compelled to watch, it would add virtually no time to my regular movie-watching week. Neither of those things are true. The quality has been great in a lot of cases, and it’s forced me to revisit several beloved films, some of them among the best ever made. All of this is in addition to my regular movie-watching habits.
All of that–my regular movie-watching habits coupled with the Warner Blu-rays–would still leave me on the brink of manageability. It’s more than the regular load, but it’s good for me because it keeps me out of trouble. But there’s more. As I mentioned earlier this week, I’m desperately trying to cram for the annual list of best French films that I write each July. That project pushes me past manageability, and part of my regular movie-watching each week has been sacrificed to make room. You have to prioritize, after all.
Prioritizing means that one other bullet in my movie-watching arsenal, my trusty DVR, has more or less been neglected. It sits silently, sobbing next to my TV as it’s ignored time and time again, begging for me to give it some love. And it grows fatter and fatter each week with films I’d scheduled to record that go unwatched. It’s practically bursting at the seams by now.
There are so many elements converging here. The DVR, the Warner Brothers project, and the French film obsession are all wonderful and daunting at the same time. But none of those things compare to actually having a life. Being a functioning member of society is just another element. This past weekend is a prime example. I had a 4-day weekend, which I spent traveling to Wisconsin to celebrate my niece’s high school graduation and pending departure for Clemson University. She’s a wonderful kid and I’m very proud of her. No matter how many movies I need to watch to fill some crazy self-imposed quota, I’d be damned if I missed a chance to honor her hard work.*
So here I am, juggling a bunch of movies. In some warped way, too many movies have become a problem. I’m sure it all sounds ridiculous. Please feel free to make fun of me for it. Just understand that I know it’s a damned good problem to have.
*Besides, I still feel guilty for missing her sister’s graduation party and I’m just as proud of her.
Side note: had I written this in 1997, I would’ve named it “Mo Movies, Mo Problems”. And now I feel old.