Netflix: Sex and Lucia

My netflix queue is around 25 movies long and contains a variety of big hollywood movies, foreign films, tv shows, and indie films. It's not uncommon for me to receive a disc in the mail and have no recollection of why I added it to my queue. So, when I found Sex and Lucia in my mailbox I was curious to delve into this innocent sounding spanish mystoria:

In an attempt to get over losing her novelist boyfriend, Lucía retreats to a quiet Mediterranean island. It's there, in the sun-soaked refuge, that the erstwhile waitress begins to examine both the passionate beginning and the darker details of their relationship. Fact blends with fiction and time bends in unexpected ways as her memories unfold.

Well, despite what the wholesome title and benign description may lead you to believe, this movie is probably best classified as soft core pornography. This may be good or bad, depending on your expectations and with what sort of company you plan to view it-- best for a first date or a quiet night with the extended family.

Outside of the provocative sex scenes, I thought the movie was actually pretty boring and didn't make it all the way through. Maybe there was too much of contrast between the slow paced plot line and heart thumping bed action? This could be why most porn movies don't bother with elaborate plots, or so I've heard.

Zak convinced me to blog

Under the encouragement of my friend Zak I am going to start bloging about the mundane experiences of my life. I will not purposefully pick the most dull things to write about, no, I will try to pick the most exciting and interesting things, but I'm not sure if those things will break past the mundane horizon of the average blogstrian.

So, given my pessimistic sentiments, how was I convinced to do this?

Well, I checked out my friend Jeff's blog, and I have to say that I found reading it pretty entertaining. I think most of the value came out of the fact that I know Jeff pretty well and I could easily picture him becoming very animated about the things he writes about. It might help that Jeff is a good writer-- he did go to J-school at columbia (which he notes quite a few times).

I also checked out Zak's blog , which is much lighter on verbal content, but was again pretty entertaining due to my personal connection to Zak. The limited content that does exist also spurred a small amount of thirst for Fiji water, which, apparently, is pretty tasty stuff.

So, basically I'm writing this for my two or three friends who might possibly care enough to read it. I hope I can provide some amount of entertainment to them, or at least garner some sympathy in a pathetic attempt.