I've been told for a long time I'm in the minority on this opinion ~ Merchant/Ivory films are my best cure for insomnia. They bore me to tears. Nothing *happens*. People stand around looking very solemnly out windows, engaged in some inner monologue that I don't even get to hear as an audience member. There's no big Busby Berkeley finish. I'm paying to be entertained, not to watch somebody *think*.
I've been told before that I'm just an ignorant philistine for failing to see their genius, so I promise I won't take it personally if everyone takes up arms in defense of Ismail & James. But to me, it's like wine. All the most esteemed critics in the world can tout it as the best cab since transubstantiation, if I think it tastes like yak drool I'm still not going to drink it.
Mercy, what's gotten into me? 
And while I'm at it, what is it about this thread that causes me to lambast prominent movie directors when I post to it? 
