it all started when Leeza and i literally had nothing better to do. now Leeza had already discovered this new realm of entertainment and lured me in with an intriguing film about a young french tight rope walker who decided to walk across the twin towers when they were first built. the documentary recorded his story of love, fear, and determination in such a stressfully captivating way that when we stopped midway for a dinner break, i could not stop wondering about how the story would end. we never did finish man on wire that night because the next day we all went away for christmas break.
during break, i found myself scouring netflix for interesting documentaries leaving myself with a list eleven films long. now i stay up late watching documentaries such as food matters, september issue, and the business of being born. i can't help it really; i mean, how can you blame me for choosing to watch interesting, informative films when i'm cooped up in a quite house with no where to go and nothing to do?