I have to confess that this blog wasn't my idea, but I like the idea none the less. In college, I looked to Mr. John Barber for many of my cues as to what movies I needed to see to supplement my transition into young adulthood. It was through Barber that I became acquainted with the miracles of John Hughes and countless others. Similarly, it was Kevin that convinced me that sometimes scary flicks are really worth watching and that Wes Anderson wasn't crazy. I've always been slightly behind the curve on the movie front, but given that I'm now the only one of this triad who's not married, maybe there's time yet to catch up.
Quick story: once I was watching a movie with John and Janna and Sam in the student center at OBU, following a large dinner of what I think were chicken wings with some crazy sauce on them. I don't remember what movie we were watching, because the chicken wings killed me halfway into the movie and I wound up throwing up in the bathroom during most of the flick. I think it was actually The Usual Suspects: I wouldn't find out for another six months how that thing actually ended.
So, here's to good exchanges, witty banter, and an excuse to watch movies that I wouldn't have any reason to otherwise.