Waiting is not my strong suit. But then neither is change, embracing change. I didn’t buy a CD player until the late 90s, because I was loathe to give up my cassette tapes. (I also kept my bad 80s hairstyle well into the 90s, too, but that’s neither here nor there.) I was slow to embrace digital downloads of music, slow to give up my floppy discs for flash drives. Part of it was cheapness on my part. Upgrading tech costs money, and when the tech you have is working fine, that whole “If it ain’t broke . . .” adage comes to mind. That’s why I’m not livestreaming movies. I’m quite comfortable with my DVDs through the mail, thank you very much. MOST of the time.
Where WHEN ANIMALS DREAM is concerned, I’m getting mighty tired of waiting for Netflix to quit dragging its heels and get this film to me. Reckon I’m gonna have to buy it. Maybe I’ll give it to myself as a Christmas present. On the other hand, I’m almost afraid to watch it. I’ve built it up so much in my mind, based on what I’ve seen and what I’ve read about it, I’m afraid it won’t, it CAN’T, live up to my expectations. This condition of impatience/hesitance/dread/excitement is its own specific sort of hell.
Check out the trailer on Youtube at the link below.