Well. I finally did it. I watched 2001: A Space Odyssey.
. . . I think I want two and half hours of my life back.
Well. I finally did it. I watched 2001: A Space Odyssey.
. . . I think I want two and half hours of my life back.
Remember how I said that Real Genius was one of the silliest, most enjoyable things I’ve watched all year? Well, apparently my subconscious wanted me to see the polar opposite of that movie, so I followed up Val Kilmer with this:
. . . wow, it’s fucked up.
The thing you have to know about me is, I’ve seen Overboard about 876 times. It’s one of my mother’s favorite movies, and I grew up with it the way other kids might have grown up watching E.T. or The Dark Crystal. I know every single word of that movie. I could perform my own one-woman Overboard show.
So, when someone mentions Kurt Russell, my mind automatically goes to an Elk Snout Mountain Man working on a closet and sweating all over the place.
Other people, quite understandably, think of this guy instead:
I watched Escape From New York for the first time as part of my ongoing sci fi movie effort, and I have to say . . . I’m not quite sure how I feel about it. Parts of it were pretty awesome. I was definitely into some of the movie. But I had issues with the film as well.
It occurs to me that I might just be a picky bastard.
While trying to decide which movie to go with next, I looked at my list and tried to juggle between Cheesy Action Sci Fi and Depressing, Dystopian Sci Fi. I ended up with Classic, Idealistic Sci Fi with Steven Spielberg’s Close Encounters of the Third Kind.
I kind of liked it. And I kind of didn’t.