Only a couple of weeks after Agent Smithing my brother's early adopter, $10/month-for-life Netflix account, I've run out of movies I want to rent. Or more precisely, movies I want to rent that Netflix actually has. (Note: if you're reading this from Netflix, my brother lives with us now. As do his wife and their two lovely children. Coincidentally, after tiring of Pooh's various adventures, my four-year-old niece suddenly developed an interest in Ozu and Tarkovsky.)
So, please help me fill my Netflix queue with films I haven't thought to rent.
And in the mean time, sign yourself up at GreenCine, the San Francisco Pink Dot to Netflix's Kozmo. They have everything and a great film weblog. While you're at it, read this fascinating analysis of Netflix's DVD allocation system to see just how unprofitable my brother is for them.
[Update: thanks, Sacrifice is actually already in the mail, and Bottle Rocket's on the list. Paul Krugman recommends Wag the Dog. Here's my rental queue: Koyaanisqatsi, Dancer in the Dark (finally. I walked out of the theater after 10 min.), The Manchurian Candidate, Rashomon, Sokurov's Mother and Son. Watched and mailed back: Badlands (again), Hedwig & the Angry Inch, In the Bedroom. ]
[Unrelated: can anyone explain why I have the song, "Come on, be my baby tonight," from idiot David on The Real World: New Orleans stuck in my head? Whitney, where are you when I need you?]
