On Sunday, Brian and I were in the mood for Good Movie. That's a guaranteed Good Movie -- preferably one neither of us had seen. After consulting Netflix's lists of award winners, we agreed to rent Chinatown, which, in 1974, was nominated (and won) a bunch of awards.
Well, I slept through half of the movie and Brian just gave up. It was so very slow. I worried our attention spans were not what they once were.