The 10 Canoes and the lessons we learn
Comments (2) It seems that every time Kate and I go into a movie rental store we end up with the strangest of DVD titles. For example we went to Hollywood Video last night to rent an Indian Jones flick because the Salt Lake City Library’s copy was checked out. We found a copy of the Temple of Doom and Raiders of the Lost Ark, one of which I had in my hand as I walked toward the register. Yet again, I let my eyes wander. Wander right to a shelf with a copy of Ten Canoes peacefully waiting for someone to pick it up. Well I did, decided it looked interesting, swapped it with Indian Jones, and rented it.
In only tell you this story because it happens every time Kate and I rent a movie. We never get what we intended to rent and always end up renting an ultra strange or ultra depressing movie either about naked aborigines or street kids in Romania. I don’t think to date we have ever taken home the intended film we went to the store to rent.
Last night’s film, Ten Canoes, was fun. I liked it a lot. But it was strange and included more than enough aboriginal nudity to satisfy even the most demanding of connoisseurs. Let’s just say it’s a film any anthologist would love (and if you are taking antho 101 you will probably see it soon). I think Kate and I are going to sign up for Netflix that way we won’t ever have to walk through another wall of screaming DVDs that all seem to say “rent me!”
BEFORE YOU WATCH THIS TRAILER I JUST WANTED TO WARN YOU EVERYONE IS NAKED 100% OF THE FILM.
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