Guilty Pleasures

I was flipping through the channels on the television, and I found The Chronicles of Riddick. It's not a great movie, but I like watching it, so every time I see it on, I watch parts of it. Larry gets upset with me, because we have the blu ray, and the picture quality is better...I usually fade out by the time he gets to talking about dpi or dkp or whatever. The point isn't that we have the blu ray. The point is that I just want to see one part--the part where Riddick is in prison on Crematoria and he kills a guy with a cup. Actually, all the stuff in Crematoria is cool. For the purposes of the movie, Riddick is a pretty awesome dude. Riddick entertains me, even if he is not in the "correct" format for my husband.

I confess that the volleyball scene from Top Gun is my all time favorite guilty "must watch" when I find it on a passing channel. That was probably my first guilty video pleasure. I also crack up at the training scenes from Dodgeball("If you can dodge wrenches, you can dodge a ball"), avidly drool over the dancing between Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey from Dirty Dancing, holler during the fight scenes from Roadhouse...I could go on. Sometimes it's just a quick peek, like the snow scene from the end of Bridget Jones' diary where I can say "Yay!" without actually having to sit through the whole movie. I just don't have the attention span these days, so sneak peeks are all I get. And it's enough.

My husband does not understand. The movies he likes, he wants to watch in their entirety. He can't even watch a television show if he's missed the first episode. I am not like that. After I've seen it once, I just want to see certain scenes, not the whole movie. They are like, to me, the different flavors of chocolate in an assorted box. One of these days I plan to snip all these different "moments" together and just play them on a loop. But that would probably require some sort of techie knowledge that is as out of my reach as the Holy Grail.