Netflix Confessional – Fiddler on the Roof and Sex & the City

I don’t have cable. I used to. It’s simply wasn’t worth it to pay that much for three channels that I watched for maybe an hour a week. So I cancelled my cable subscription. (I did keep the broadband, though. I gotta have my internet.) I also used to go to the movies quite a bit, at least once a week. This is something else that really wasn’t worth it. I love movies, though, so I began to miss that. A friend of mine recommended Netflix (www.netflix.com), which was completely unknown to me. I’ve been hooked ever since. It lets me catch up on all the movies I’ve missed without going to Blockbuster, and it also gives me a chance to induldge in one of my guilty pleasures: I like chick flicks and musicals.

*waits for the laughter to subside*

So this weekend, I watched the 1971 prduction of Fiddler on the Roof. I’d never seen it before, and really didn’t even know what it was about going into it. I will say this, though, any musical that has a character in it called “Lazar Wolf” is deserving of praise. The story is set in in pre-Revolutionary Russia and centers around a Jewish family and their battle with tradition. The world is changing, and their traditions need to adapt. The musical numbers were nice, with my favorite being Topol singing “If I Were a Rich Man.” The movie ends on such a down note that I actually shouted at my television. Apparently, the moral of the story is something like “Do not have any daughters in Anatevka because they will marry off and you’ll never see them again. Oh, and you’ll also get run off your land and have to move to another country.” So I flipped it back to the “If I Were a Rich Man” scene and watched that to bring my sprits back up.

The other two discs I had were the first season of the HBO series ‘Sex & the City.’

*waits for renewed laughter to subside*

I had to know what all the fuss had been about. Just from the commercials, I figured the show was about four actress-looking women pretending to be average-looking. (Maybe in New York, that IS the average, but I wouldn’t know that. I’ll just chalk it up to suspended disbelief and pretend that one of them is obese.) I finished the first disc and two episodes on the second one.

The show is narrated from the perspective of a New York columnist, played by Sarah Jessica Parker, and tells the story of her and her three friends’ exploits in the world of relationships. It’s basically a video-blog, and it has really opened my eyes. Do women really talk like this when men aren’t listening? Is this an honest insight into the psyche of today’s women? I didn’t think they sat around doing needlework and swapping recipes for meatloaf, but the conversations these women have surpass many of the lcoker-room talks I’m used to. One quote, for example:
“If I do this, I’ll become the up-the-butt girl. No one wants to marry the up-the-butt girl!” (This is my favorie quote from the show so far.)

Don’t misunderstand me. This show is funny, aside from the hilarity of a woman paying $400 for a pair of shoes. Just watching women talk so bluntly about a topic I never really thought about them discussing is a laugh a minute. But should I be laughing? Or taking notes?

Tune in next week for another Netflix Confessional. I have so many movies on my list that I have no idea what’s coming next.

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