A Good Movie

I watched A Good Year.

People said it would be bad. They said it was a terrible movie, and me — a lover of movies — would hate it.

But I love movies because they take you places. I like deep, “good” movies that make you think, because they take you to a new philosophical level. I like movies that do a good job recreating books, because they take you into one person’s visual perception of words. I even like crappy horror flicks, because they take you to terrible, suspenseful places you could never — and would never want to — go to in real life. (But I hate romantic comedies because they’re stupid.)

And I loved A Good Year because it took me to Provence.