One thing I did this weekend when I wasn't blogging was watch a ton of Netflix videos. I hadn't ever seen the Kubrick Lolita, and while I guess I can see where Nabokov purists might come from in their criticism of it, I still liked it quite a bit.

The Matador didn't do too much for me. Perhaps I wasn't in the right mood for it. Mail Order Wife I liked a lot more, though I don't know how I feel about mockumentaries that play it almost totally straight, and the movie can't seem to decide whether it's anti-male or anti-female.

Lastly we watched How to Draw a Bunny, a documentary about artist Ray Johnson, "the most famous unknown artist in America." Despite some very odd musical choices -- "Take Me to the River" plays over a news report about Johnson's suicide-by-drowning -- it was the best artumentary I've seen since (the far-superior) American Splendor.