Hello everyone, and welcome back to Wrong Every Time. Boy oh boy have I got a pile of film thoughts for you today, ranging across nearly a full century of cinematic history. We’ve essentially run through both the first- and second-tier films of Netflix, Hulu, and Amazon, meaning our current selections tend to group into two categories: film classics I seek out myself, or random crap that my housemates put on before I can convince them to watch a classic. This on the whole results in a fairly balanced film diet, as I have much less trouble agreeing to watch garbage than intentionally putting it on myself. Plus, it seems you sickos actually enjoy watching me tear stuff apart, so I suppose this works out best for everyone. Without further ado, let’s charge through some fresh films!
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Fall 2021 – Week 5 in Review
Hoo boy, we watched some garbage this week, folks. It wasn’t really intentional – my housemates have learned to schedule their hate-watching outside of my hangout hours, and we entered all of these films with the hope of at least being entertained, if not enriched by the experience. But somehow the cards just didn’t fall in our favor, and we ended up watching a half-dozen or so films that peaked at “middling” and bottomed at “how much longer is this, again?” So congrats folks, it looks like I’ll be back on my old bullshit for a moment, as I callously assess and disregard a pile of film productions, and also mention maybe one or two ones. Let’s get to it!