Is Court Métrage a Kind of Power Tool?

I hardly watch anything deep anymore. Back in college, I was all about the art films, but that was just me being pretentious. I used to rattle off a long list of European movies when asked what my favorite films were. I used to attend exhibitions of films de court métrage (see how pompously I shifted to French there? Some of my college self slipping out…) and be bored to death by something like a clip of non-Hollywood types driving a little car and then stopping somewhere to take a leak in the middle of a field, except that it was supposed to be a complete movie and I had to force myself to exclaim enthusiastically over it because apparently it placed first in some big deal international film competition. Anyway, my days as a high brow film poseur are over. I’d rather watch something like “Stepbrothers” over something like “Hable con ella” nowadays. I laugh at scenes like John C. Reilly and Will Ferrell saying that they were brushing their teeth when their parents called out to them the no-power-tools rule while they were putting together their bunk beds. Their characters may have been 40, but they weren’t people you could entrust with Makita Tools. Or maybe even pinking shears. Yeah, I call that stuff funny. Pretty shallow, huh? I don’t know why I don’t appreciate depth as much anymore.