Lowcountry Geek

When did I first realize I was addicted to Netflix?

Well being that I’m still within my free, two-week trial; it’s obvious that realization came pretty quickly.

Maybe it came when I said, “Hey, Isaac, wanna watch ‘Clifford’s Big Movie’” and then was able to download it to our Wii 30 seconds later.

But I think the real tipping point was when I found myself watching “Confessions of a Superhero,” a 2007 documentary that follows four wannabee actors who dress up as superheroes and live off the tips they receive while posing for pictures on Hollywood Boulevard. (spoiler alert: the guy who dresses up as Superman isn’t a wannabee actor, he just wants to be Superman.)

So, yeah, I think that was where it all turned for me. It’s when I asked myself “How many awesome, B-level docs are there out there that I’ve not only never seen, but never even heard of?”

I’m about to find out!

So where have you been all my life, Netflix? While all of my friends have bragged on you for years, the Leslie house continued to drive to Blockbuster and, after late fees and a bucket of popcorn, paid at least $10 for one rental.

Now I get DVDs sent to my home plus the in-demand stuff online for $9 a month? Really!?

Is this what the common folk felt like when Otto Frederick Rohwedder invented sliced bread? (I had to look that up)

So consider me converted. My Instant Play queue is 10-items deep (Syriana, Food Inc.,The Tudors Season 1 and the original Inglorious Bastards just to name a few) and I’m ready to go.

Now what’s this high-def thing everyone’s talking about …