So last night I thought I watched the first 30 minutes of Gangs of New York. And I said, OK, THIS is a piece of inscrutable claptrap. I so give up, Martin Scorsese notwithstanding.
And then I read the review, and it told me how the movie started. And that's not how my movie started.
See, here's what happened. I took one of the two DVDs, and I put it in the player, which will accomodate five. And it was the second DVD. So I opened the tray again, and put in the second DVD, which was of course really the first (!). And then I cycled to it, and navigated -- navigated! on a movie! -- to the "PLAY MOVIE" option.
But it somehow started the second disc. So I started in the part where Daniel Day-Lewis is lying, fully clothed, under a bunch of quite feminine people who are, well, not so much clothed. Which is I guess more than an opportunity to see appealing uncredited naked bodies, at some level, but still I bet there were at least eight parents who didn't hear about their daughter's big first roles in a Martin Scorsese movie.
And the movie made absolutely no sense.
You know, I like this DVD thing some? But I really didn't need the unpredictability of technology somewhere else in my life. I refused to try the movie again, which is my loss, but there you are. It would feel like putting on a wet bathing suit.