Thinking about it today, I realized that though I watch at least one horror movie a week (my Netflix queue is alarming, seriously) almost none of them deserve a second viewing (exceptions: Rosemary’s Baby, Battle Royale, Let the Right One In). Most of them are one-off events, even if I really, really enjoy it (see: Dead Snow). However, when I find a movie I do love, I watch it over and over and over.
Which gets me to this point: when I’m in a slightly less-than-awesome mood, I always reach for one of two things: Woody Allen or Empire Records. Even though I’ve seen Empire Records over a gazillion times, it still amuses me enough to stop stress-drinking boxed wine. Today is rainy and Monday and stressy, but it’s also Rex Manning Day!