The other night I watched "Vantage Point," via The Netflix, and 3/4 into it had an existential panic attack as I realized that, if I'm not careful, I'll lose my life to crappy movies (interestingly, Vantage Point, didn't really have one). I felt the same way in the last 100 pages of Eat, Pray, Love. Brevity is not only the soul of wit, but people who respect my mortality. Anyway, in order to clean the palate of my brain, I decided to start watching Netflix films and shows with proven quality. My imagination needs some nutrition before I can go back to watching the blockbusters.

So, last night, I watched Annie Hall before going to bed. Just because you're a perv, doesn't mean don't have vision. Great cameo by Jeff Goldblum.

Just for today, I can avoid wasting my life.