When the thrill is gone
Settled in to watch a movie tonight. For some reason the idea of watching Sylvia Plath stick her head in the oven did not appeal to me tonight, so I took a pass on Sylvia. But I have to wonder, why was it on the Thriller Max channel? Aside from a partially naked Gwyneth Paltrow, Thriller? Really? The story of a depressed and ultimately suicidal poet?
ThrillerMAX keeps viewers on the edge of their seats with a nonstop selection of mystery, suspense, and thriller movies.
Maybe it’s a thriller because they smoke cigarettes.
Since I passed on that story I chose to watch again the uplifting Up in the Air. (Okay, it’s not a happy film, either.)