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"  Photo: Sam Urdank/Netflix Because the holidays are all about wearing nothing but your Christmas jammies, nursing an always-topped-off glass of wine, and arguing with loved ones over what movie to watch (before inevitably passing out on top of the family dog), a tabulated breakdown of every questionable decision I made while drinking in front of the TV this week: 6: Minutes of the Jack Nicholson classic Chinatown watched before unanimously agreeing to rent Prisoners instead. 0: People who think that Prisoners&amp;#039; Detective Loki (Jake Gyllenhaal) is a good detective. I mean, if you saw the creepiest guy ever fondling a stuffed animal at a vigil for two kidnapped girls, you&amp;#039;d make it your beeswax to apprehend him, right? Not Detective Loki! I digress\u2026 2.5: Apple martinis slugged before a late night viewing of Notting Hill. We made it to the Horse &amp;amp;amp; Hound scene. No further. 4: Bravo commercial breaks suffered through in order to watch a censored version of Something&amp;#039;s Gotta Give (even though we own it on DVD). 3: Amount of times the relationship between Peter, Sarah, Rachel, and Aldous was explained to people who had, inexplicably, never seen Forgetting Sarah Marshall. 5-7: Unprovoked pronouncements of love for Jonah Hill from family members crossing in front of the set on their way to the kitchen for another Bud Light. 26: Minutes of Do the Right Thing enjoyed. It was the right thing to do. 2: Hugh Grant films (Notting Hill and Love Actually) screened. Genuinely surprised there weren&amp;#039;t more. 35: Clint Eastwood films given to father-in-law as a Christmas present. A box set for champions. 1: Additional credits on actress Ahney Her&amp;#039;s filmography. For those of you who don&amp;#039;t know anything, Ahney plays plucky next-door-neighbor Sue in Clint Eastwood&amp;#039;s heart-wrenching classic Gran Torino. She&amp;#039;s a national treasure. And she&amp;#039;s not working?? The holidays can be so unfair. 4: Clint Eastwood discs now covered in my chicken wing thumbprints. 2: Times I&amp;#039;ve now watched the absolutely ridiculous, little-seen Mel Gibson thriller Edge of Darkness. Heard of it? That makes two of us. 3: Episodes of The Good Wife watched on my laptop by myself when sports were on TV. Does anyone else think Cary is adorable? (I&amp;#039;m only on season one so if he turns into a complete dick, I&amp;#039;m all like, Lalalallalalalalalala.) 40: Minutes of Hairspray watched while riding the stationary bike in the basement. 3: Number of canines present while I did my holiday abdominal work to the musical stylings of &amp;quot;Welcome to the &amp;#039;60s&amp;quot;\u2014as sung by John Travolta. 4+: Viewings of Beyonc\u00E9&amp;#039;s &amp;quot;Drunk in Love&amp;quot; music video. 57: Times someone said &amp;quot;surfboard&amp;quot; as a result of Bey&amp;#039;s inexplicable pronunciation of the white person-beloved sporting good while she&amp;#039;s graining on that wood. Graining on that wood. 1: Conspiracy theory that the entire Beyonc\u00E9 album is just a giant kiss-off to Jay Z prot\u00E9g\u00E9 Rihanna. Think about it. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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