Happiness is Dead Bodies

When life gets depressing I've always found comfort in movies. People have never been able to console me that well. Who knows why. Maybe because through their back pats and hugs I am reminded of whatever I would rather forget. So, I often turn to the familiar faces in my favorite movies.

For problems with love usually the Jon Favreau movie "Love and Sex" or "Broadcast News" (which I also turn to for job woes). For all other problems including those involving friendship, disappointment and general down in the dumps I mostly put on Stanley Tucci's films (pretty much just "The Impostors" and "Big Night"), "Singin' in the Rain," "Guys and Dolls" and "The Good Girl." And if I'm seriously wallowing in self-pity I watch "Donnie Darko"-- which, believe it or not always makes me feel better (I remember that at least I'm not seeing at psychotic bunny).

Lately, my film companions haven't been helping with frustration. I sit down to watch one and find I would rather be plucking my eyebrows (maybe not that, but you get the point, I'm bored from the beginning). To ease my worries I have been obsessively (or more obsessively than usual) watching my old taped episodes of "Homicide".

My friends reading this are now rolling their eyes. I'm quite sure that they thought that I was already watching the show every spare moment in my life. But they're wrong. Before the past two weeks, I've been on a H:LOTS hiatus for probably about two or three months. I'd watch the occasional episode every now and then (more than likely "A Model Citizen" from Season Two or "Night of the Dead Living" from Season One), but I haven't broke out the tapes since they started coming out with the box sets-- so, it's been almost a year.

Now I find myself compulsively watching the things. Even now, James Earl Jones is talking to Yaphet Koto and fixing a basketball net in the background (I could tell you about the rest of the episode almost verbatim, but I wouldn't want to spoil anything?).

Who knew that murders, suicides, morgues, interrogations, bad ties and Richard Belzer could make a person so happy?

And even though I have absolutely no money for it, I still shelled about $66.48 for the Season Four Box Set. Mike Kellerman will arrive tomorrow-- just in time to help me cope with another job rejection.

But enough about me, what do you watch when you've had a shitty day (or month)?