So. National Treasure is on Netflix. This is one of those things that is only great in context. If someone handed me a copy of the National Treasure DVD I would likely set it on my shelf and never watch it, I might even just throw it away. But because it's on Netflix, I'm stoked. It's like Ellen's view on peanuts on planes. If someone handed me a pack of six peanuts with my feet firmly on the ground I would throw it back in their face. But if I missed my six peanuts at 30,000 feet it would be grounds for a small riot.
What makes Netflix the airplane of movie watching? There are literally hundreds of documentaries on Netflix that I would never think twice about under normal circumstances, but once they are on Netflix I become borderline obsessed with them. Tiny houses? Don't mind if I do. Fed Up? Time to freak myself out by learning about childhood obesity.
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I'm pretty sure the entire Nicolas Cage cannon falls into that category. Scorcerer's Apprentice? Never. Oh, it's on Netflix? It's my new favorite movie. I once whet on a date with a guy whose mom went to high school with Nicolas Cage, and I was just like . . . Really? Are you using this as a bragging point? I'm pretty sure that's the worst claim to fame ever. I once touched the back of Taylor Swift's right arm and I think I have a better "in" in Hollywood. Heck, I think anyone who has ever seen the back of T Swift's right arm has more bragging rights than a former classmate of the Nage.
Poor Nage. It's not his fault. It is? It might be. But hey, if I was an infamous typecast and my face was the bud of all terrible memes I would keep going in the name of making millions. Nage, more power to ya. Way to not let The Man bring you down.
I salute you.
