When it comes to any art form, I've long believed the assertion that 80% of everything is crap. Given that, wading through the 20% of everything that's not crap would still take a really long time.
But what if you like the crap, too? How could you ever possibly take everything in? This is the situation in which I find myself this summer. My DVR has been humming more or less constantly, picking up not only such timeless classics as Disorderlies (Starring Ralph Bellamy and the Fat Boys! RIP Human Beat Box, we hardly knew ye!), 
Godzilla vs. Space Godzilla, and some other Godzilla movie I can't remember right now. (Somebody had a Godzilla marathon the other day. God bless 'em) Last night I tried to watch Disorderlies, remembering that I laughed a lot when I first saw it in 1987. O God, it's every bit as horrible as you'd think a movie starring the Fat Boys would be. And yet, I sat and watched a good 45 minutes of it. I'm trying to figure out how I can squeeze both Godzilla movies in today.
And it's not just movies--whilst in New York recently (where we had one of the best meals of my life at Devi. If you like Indian food and you're in Manhattan, you should definitely go. Ridiculously expensive but just amazing), we went to the Strand Annex, where I meandered through the aisles for a really long time until I finally wound up at the dollar table. I ended up getting 5 or 6 books for a buck each, including Pretty Young Things a novella about lesbian vampires that was not painfully badly written but also failed to deliver on the most lurid elements promised by the cover (yes, I just complained that a lesbian vampire book wasn't lurid enough.), and Coffee, Tea, or Me, a memoir of being a slutty stewardess in the '70's.
Oh, when will I ever find the time to read and watch all this stuff? There simply aren't enough hours in the day!
