In an effort to winnow down the stack of DVDs on the coffee table we are going to try and watch a movie every night until we can’t stand it anymore. Tonight we watched a movie called “The Price of Milk” whose write up on the Netflix< site made it sound a lot less quirky that it really was. It was a movie from New Zealand and I understood it about as much as I understand about the mammalian life forms found down there, that is to say very little. I'm sure some folks would have been able to see through the quirky scenes and derived the proper symbolism from them, but I not me. On a positive note, it made last night's "Happy Accidents” seem positively mainstream…
Life of Brian
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