Orgasmatron

So you all know that television is my life, right? Apart from books, that is. Television fed my fantasies and got me through a rough childhood (I used to sneak downstairs after my parents went to bed and watch old Errol Flynn movies on the Late Show). And, horror of horrors, our big 32" Sony died after fifteen years of faithful service.
It was a monster, that tv, generally referred to as Bubba, the Chinese TV (we paid for it with royalties from a sale of rights to China). It weighed about two hundred pounds (so much that two grown men could barely lift it), it was about three feet deep, and it was lovely, but all good things must come to an end (including arc-ing at the electricians).
But it was late May, and we only had enough money for either a lawn tractor or a new tv, and my husband never gets any toys (he's a saint). So I nobly said we could wait for the next advance check, due in the fall (I'm a saint and a liar).
We've made do with a grainy, 25 inch tv that's been sheer misery, awaiting the time I could get my lovely flat screen HDTV.
That day was yesterday. And I, er, did get carried away. My friends Sally and Jenny have 42 inch flat screens, and they just looked a wee bit small. So we bought a 50 inch, brought it home, and I set it up. All the good stuff, fixing the stereo system, hooking up the dvd and the vcr and the speakers. And everything works! (Let's hear a round of applause for Sister Krissie the Electronics Queen).
But oh my god is it obscenely huge! I should feel ashamed, embarrassed. Instead, after months of depression, I'm giggling.
(And no, I'm not bipolar. If I were bipolar I would have bought the television and a million other things this summer). Delayed gratification is actually quite nice. After I finish cleaning the living room and making it cozy I intend to have a visual feast of Howl's Moving Castle, Phantom of the Opera, Final Fantasy: Advent Children, The Last Samurai, and god knows what else.
Oh, joy, oh rapture. Who would have thought an obscenely large television could bring happiness?
So here's the question for the day. What movies should I watch to get the full glory of my magnificent orgasmatron? What would make my senses soar as the sound pounds through the speakers and the visuals fill my soul?