I liked him for a while, but his shtick got old pretty quickly. Flip, flip, flip. Here we go. The Shawshank Redemption. Even though it's on TNT with scenes cut and dialogue poorly overdubbed so that young, sensitive ears are not corrupted, it's still better than anything else I can find on TV on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
Some movies are just like that.
Regardless of how many times you've seen them or whether an exact copy is sitting next to your VCR or DVD player, you nonetheless wind up wasting 90 minutes or so soaking up the cathode rays. That's what lazy Sunday afternoons are for, particularly when the drizzle just won't let up. These films hold absolutely no surprises for me anymore. I can recite the lines before the actors do, and yet there I am. Maybe it's some psychological connection to my childhood.