Working from home on Friday offered me the luxury of not only a very relaxed dress code (Casa de Atkins management takes casual Friday to a whole new level) but also of slipping a Netflix movie into the DVD player while I worked. As my co-workers will attest, I often have a couple of programs providing sensory input as I toill. It's my version of white noise.
So while I worked on Best of Boise editors' picks, blogs and general writing tasks, I queued up The Ruins (2008): Four attractive American 20-somethings on a Mexican vacay head off into the jungle without telling anyone where they're going and run into trouble in the form of a man-eating vine. Duh and ugh. I'm not a fan of films in which villain duties are shared by stupidity and a non-human entity.