Last week we bought an HD DVD player, and I have to say it's pretty damn cool. The first movie we watched on it was Mel Brooks' Blazing Saddles. That's just the first HD DVD that Netflix happened to send us. It's not exactly a special effects extravaganza, but it looked really good. Gene Wilder's insane hair never looked so kinky crisp on my TV before.
We're not going to buy a lot of HD DVDs, because we still want to be sure that we're not committing to the twenty-first century version of Beta. If the Blue-ray format wins out over HD DVD, I don't want to be stuck with huge stack of "loser" discs. So, for now, we'll mostly get HD DVDs from Netflix and take a wait-and-see attitude.
Of course, I did want to buy at least a few new DVDs, and the first one I decided on was Superman Returns.
I've had a Superman fixation since I was a little kid. I played Superman a LOT. In fact, my mom sewed me two capes--one red one for when I wanted to be Superman, one black one for when I felt in a vampire mood.
Not for WG the sad, drab dishtowels sported as capes by other waifs in the neighborhood. I had fittings for my capes.
I no longer have a cape (that fits), but I can still get goosebumps imagining that a hunk like Brandon Routh is taking me for a romantic flight in his manly arms.
That hussy Lois doesn't deserve him.