A while back we said farewell to satellite with great gusto…both as a cost saving measure and a blood-pressure-lowering measure. The satellite company and I DID NOT get along. We already had Amazon Prime because of the rapidity of shipping items at Christmas and for the benefits for Kindle owners. But soon after that, Josh decided that Muffin needed Netflix. Yup. Muffin needed it.
So, of course, we all now have a list on Netflix (especially since, a few months back, they allow for multiple lists and logins on each account). It’s very easy to tell if an item is for my list, Josh’s list, or Muffin’s list.
I tend toward historical detective stories…Marple, Poirot, Campion, Inspector Alleyn, and Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries. Some of them that I had previously not seen before I have almost memorized from watching them so much. In the same vein, I also have Murder, She Wrote and other (not so historical) mystery shows.
Recently, Netflix has added a movie with a wrong description. It wouldn’t matter to anyone unless they lived in either North Carolina or Louisiana. Actually, I think us Louisianians would take more issue with it than the North Carolinians. The description for Finding Normal says that the movie takes place in North Carolina. Um. No. Filmed on location in northeastern Louisiana. Talking about northeastern Louisiana. Ubiquitous to northeastern Louisiana. Anyway. Wrong description aside, people should really watch this movie. It stars Candace Cameron Bure (of Full House fame) and it charts a young doctor’s move from self-absorbed Californian to spiritual nice person. Yes, I cried in a few places throughout the movie. But the old doctor/minister/former mayor/judge’s allusion to life and pecan trees cannot be missed. The movie has several things that give you a lot to think (and laugh and cry) about. If you remember Michael J. Fox’s Doc Hollywood, there are several parallels.
Another gem I’ve discovered (and how did I miss this one when it first came out in theaters?) is Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day. I love most things that I’ve seen Amy Adams in, and this is no exception. She plays a bubbly, flighty actress of the 30s to Frances McDormand’s straight “man” Miss Pettigrew. The way they meet is farcical, but in a good way, and the movie blooms from there. Now, I just need to track down the book the movie was based on (written in the 1930s). I Wikipediaed (don’t you love how that has become a verb) the movie, and its progression from book to movie was fascinating…and long-going. One of the studios had purchased the rights prior to World War II, but the bombing of Pearl Harbor derailed the filming of it. Then, it was dusted off a few years later, only to disappear again. Finally, someone blew off several layers of dust and brought it to light. It makes you wonder what other movie gems have been shelved into obscurity for major world events.
My son has fallen in love with “Meatballs 2,” as he calls it (Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2). Didn’t that movie just leave the theaters? He loves it, though, although Josh had to beg him to watch it (after trying to avoid watching more Thomas and Friends on Netflix or Olivia the Pig on Amazon Prime).
Now, if Netflix would just acquire season 2 of Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, I would be a happy camper. I might have to sign up for the free month of Acorn TV streaming service (a British show streaming service) to see it, otherwise. I would have to binge watch a whole bunch of television in that month because they also have later seasons of Poirot and Marple.
What do you enjoy on Netflix?