As I mentioned in yesterday’s posts, I use movies as a form of entertainment. Now, my idea of being entertained does not always coincide with what the critics see as high art.

I like action flicks. Give me all the Bond, Willis, Seagal and Van Damme you can load into the DVD player. I like great dramas. My idea of a classic movie is “On the Waterfront.” Or at least a bit more updated, “The Verdict.” Oh, and one other thing.

I’m a sucker for mob movies. My wife thinks I’m a frustrated gangster. Doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen them, if I’m clicking through the stations and catch “The Godfather” or “Goodfellas,” I’m hooked for the night.

I’m not much for horror or gore. I equate it to amusement park rides. Sorry, but it’s not my idea of a good time. I don’t want to cringe or be grossed out or have to squirm uncomfortably in my seat for two hours.

So I was amused at this item in the news this morning.

It seems some of those attending the current box office king, the monster flick “Cloverfield,” are getting a little more than they bargained for.

The movie uses a lot of jerky, hand-held camera shots. Some people in the audience are getting physically ill, something almost akin to motion sickness.

It was also noted recently that some area theaters have cracked the $10 mark for first-run flicks.

Does this strike anyone as a good time? You’re right. Maybe it’s me.