A few months ago, I noticed that I had unintentionally given up watching movies. In fact, Up was simply “the 2010 movie” until last Tuesday. After a trip to the Mütter Museum, a group of friends and friends-of-friends made The Room “2010's other movie”.
We had intended to buffer the badness with a RiffTrax accompaniment, but that fell through when we discovered that none of us actually owned said 'Trax.
With the plan already in motion, we recklessly continued to watch the film without the prophylactic layer of scathing humor. We did our best to fend off the pain with riffs of our own, and I think we did well given our lack of preparation, but in the end we all suffered some deep hurting.
Thanks to that one tragic error, fully half of my 2010 theatrical intake is now the sort of film Mystery Science Theater 3000 would have thought twice about. Also, even the slightest stress now triggers my new verbal tick of screaming “You're tearing me apart!” in an unidentifiable accent.
To reduce 2010's drek ratio to less than 50%, those same friends have recommended Inception. (Wikipedia — better than Cliff's Notes.) It is directed by the same guy who did Memento, but… Leonardo DiCaprio? Wasn't he that kid on the Titanic?