Curse you, Charlie St. Cloud.

Ya know...I've always prided myself on having a cold, dead, black, evil heart.

I laugh when people trip, fall, make fools of themselves when they think no one is looking...I laugh at things that most people would find INCREDIBLY politically incorrect. I find myself becoming less and less interested in the oil spill ravaging Louisiana (since, hell, we brought this on ourselves, and there's nothing I can do about it besides boycott BP--which I'm doing--and wait till this mess gets cleaned up. Sooner rather than later...but I have a feeling it'll be later), I roll my eyes when people start talking about their personal trajedies (right before I start looking for the nearest exit). I'm certainly no bleeding heart.

I hate with the passion of a dying sun any and all RomComs, any uplifting dramas where the underdog triumphs over The Big Bad Man. Granted, I'll watch the occasional romance (I was dragged to see The Notebook, and enjoyed it up until it became a movie about old people with alzheimers) but I don't particularly like them. I don't seek out movies that will make me feel anything but the rush that comes from seeing something explode violently.

Those are the movies that I want to see...those are the movies that I look forward to. Is there violence? Sign me up. Do tons of people die in horrific ways? I'm there. Are there explosions? Weee...can't wait!

Now don't get me wrong...I'm not a fan of horror films...there's a marked difference between violence and grotesquery. I don't watch horror films...they aren't how I like to take my violence.

And...I'll watch other movies. I'll rent them, buy them...whatever. But if I'm going to pay for a movie in the theater...it better be violent. Have a little romance thrown in...a little comedy...lots of action...but mostly? Violence. Plot not necessarily needed.

I like good, clean, fun explosive violence.

Soo...imagine my surprise when watching TV one day...I saw a trailer for the movie Charlie St. Cloud.

I was stunned....and there was some weird movement in my chest area.

I was sure it was either indigestion...or...possibly nausea.

This weird liquid started welling in my eyes.

I sniffled.

WTH?!

I realized with dawning horror...that I wanted to see this movie.

....

Obviously...something had gone horribly wrong...and I quickly went to Wiki to see if my subconscious had picked up some violence that my eyes hadn't seen.

Nothing. It's a movie about a guy coming to grips with losing his brother in a horrific car accident.

No violence. No explosions...just...a fucking character study?

Maybe it's the clever use of the song "Airplanes" from the trailer (I do so love that song), maybe it's b/c there's a hint of a supernatural element (I do so love the supernatural), maybe it's b/c Zac Efron had a bit part playing Simon Tam in Firefly (and I do so love Firefly)...I don't know.

But whatever it was...it made me want to see this movie.

My cold, dead, black heart...was actually moved by this trailer.

I was moved enough that I actually want to see this movie.

Charlie St. Cloud.

It's disgusting. I'm disgusted with myself...I can't believe it!

A 30 second TV spot with a song that I currently like and a kid that I can take or leave as the star, made me want to see some sappy, romance about a guy who lost his brother...but is still able to play baseball with him.

It's gross.

But I'm going to see it.

So...Curse you, Charlie St. Cloud.

Curse you all to hell.

Nerd .5