I can hardly wait till it’s remade as a musical…
How deep is the mental illness of the Left?
Well, take Hollywood, f’rinstance. They’ve made a movie called The Hunt–all about wealthy libs killing us deplorables for sport: like, you deserve to be murdered if you’re “anti-choice” (in English, “opposed to abortion”) (https://pjmedia.com/trending/hollywood-film-depicts-trump-supporters-being-hunted-for-sport-by-liberals/?fbclid=IwAR3zIU9mrOMPzp8cO6g7_EV6H45GgUyvDrw-X_X3v1LrwpFjLmI8LFGPs2Y)
See, if they can’t force you to support Diversity by agreeing with every word spoken by a Democrat, if they can’t rule over you and force you to obey… well, then they’d like to kill you. Because they’re passionately angry with you for not rendering them due reverence.
This movie is so far-out, even some of the liberal media have pulled the ads and trailer. Twitter has pulled the trailer, perhaps for fear that watching it might inspire some liberal wacko to start killing people–a not unreasonable fear.
This is the Loving Left, everybody. Sponsored and fostered by your Democrat Party. If they can’t rule you, then they want to kill you.
I say it’s wisest to believe them–and put them out of business before they can destroy our country.
I know some of you don’t like movies–well, the kind of movies they’re making now, who can blame you? But I want to go back to the classics: in this case, classics that were never actually made.
There are plenty of great movies that were never made. I’ve only mentioned three–which gives you scope to volunteer a few of your own favorites.
For no reason I know of, I started whistling this music a few minutes ago and Patty started dancing to it. Well, why keep it to ourselves? It ain’t a hymn or anything–just a fine and dandy piece of movie music by Basil Poledouris–the theme for Quigley Down Under (1990), Tom Selleck starring as a heroic Texan cowboy putting things to rights in Australia. And the late Alan Rickman is just wonderful as the villain.
Ah! I do feel better now!
Enjoying our Sabbath rest, I like to kick back with a movie in the afternoon. My father always used to do that, although he liked to watch from a prone position on the couch and almost always fell asleep.
Anyway, here are some of my favorite lines from movies: https://leeduigon.com/2013/08/18/my-favorite-lines-from-movies/
What are some of yours?
Fun Fact: Roy Scheider’s immortal line in Jaws, “You’re gonna need a bigger boat,” was an ad lib! Probably the greatest single line in his whole acting career–and he came up with it himself, on the spur of the moment.
If you missed it when it came out in 2008, I encourage you to see Expelled: The Movie. Because we’re very far from being done with “scientific” inquisitions.
Here’s my review, which I wrote at the time:
This film has a lot to say about how iffy science gets turned into “settled science” that you question at your peril. And leftists want the government to run the inquisition. Don’t forget–the 2016 Democrat platform, the platform Hillary Clinton ran on, called for the U.S. attorney general to “investigate” Climate Change denial… as a crime. Her administration would be doing that right now, if she hadn’t lost the election.
They didn’t need the government to launch and sustain the inquisition over Darwinism denial–most of whose victims are themselves credentialed scientists. Now and then they got the courts involved: nothing like an ACLU lawsuit to scare a local school board out of allowing its science teachers to discuss Intelligent Design.
Science is a very valuable tool, when statists and self-anointed know-it-alls aren’t debauching it.
P.S.–Ben Stein’s interview of atheist motormouth Richard Dawkins is worth the price of admission. I’m sure you can find this movie somewhere on the Internet, either on YouTube or amazon.com.
Patty and I like to veg out with a movie on a weekend afternoon, and this looked promising: a starship gone missing for seven years suddenly turns up in orbit around Neptune, and a rescue ship is sent out to investigate. Cool idea. And then we find out the starship has been through a black hole and come back… and where were they? Yeah, that’s cool, too. Event Horizon, starring Laurence Fishburne and Sam Neill, directed by Paul Anderson–avoid it if you can.
Was this movie written by a couple of high school kids? It often happens to young writers: you get an idea, a really good idea, and then you just don’t know how to finish the story. It melts down into a pile of bubbling claptrap.
One thing I’ve noticed over the years is that an awful lot of people who want “to write,” as they say, but haven’t got the foggiest idea how to do it, make a beeline for science fiction. What is it about science fiction that so powerfully attracts people who don’t know what they’re doing? There are science fiction writers who do know what they’re doing, but Hollywood apparently prefers the other kind. So take heart! If you can’t write a coherent story, you still might catch on as a movie screenwriter.
If you want to see about two-thirds of a halfway decent movie that then decides to fall flat on its face for the remaining 30 minutes, welcome to Event Horizon.
We look at the damage which judges do nowadays and wonder, “Were they always this bad?”
Well, they might’ve been…
This offbeat Western is fun! Playing way against type, Glenn Ford is a newly-appointed judge whose newly-acquired power goes right to his head. Sometimes an actor can really show his stuff in a role like this, and Ford took full advantage of the opportunity. Hey, a judge who turns into a predator as no joke!
Maybe I’ll watch this again, this weekend.
So we’re watching this TV show last night, Primeval, and these two paleontologists, guys who dig up and study fossils, suddenly grab a pair of motorbikes and dart all around the parking garage, chasing and being chased by raptors. They just know how to maneuver a motorbike at high speed among parked cars. In fact, they just know how to do wheelies. Both of them know these things. Instinctively. Up until that point in the series, we never saw hide nor hair of motorbikes. And now they’re doin’ wheelies. It’s very effective against raging dinosaurs.
How many times have we seen this in movies and TV shows? Some wispy little Barbie snatches up a .50-caliber machine gun and mows down the zombies. Joe Hero jumps into an unguarded helicopter and just takes off. Heavy machinery, high technology, advanced weapons systems–it’s all the same. Whatever special ability is suddenly called for in the script, the character in that scene has it. No one ever just doesn’t know what to do! “Old man Can’t is dead!”
Pity me. If I were being chased by Velociraptors, you could have 50 motorbikes parked in a row and I wouldn’t know how even to get one started, let alone zoom around like Steve McQueen, doin’ wheelies. First I would have to be taught. Then I’d have to practice. No time for that in a movie!
I consider this a literary crime, and pledge myself to try as hard as I can to avoid committing it in any of my novels. Your money back if I can’t do it!
It’s rainy, cold, and dreary here today, Patty and I are tired, we want to just veg out and relax–but if we get another movie like the turkey we discovered yesterday, I am not answerable for the consequences.
House, starring William Katt–actually, I’m not sure “starring” is the right word: more like he was shanghaied into it by people who hate him a lot–is one of those schlocky horror movies from the 1980s that seems to have been the work of half a dozen writers writing bits of it without consulting among themselves and just tacking it together somehow. It also features chintzy special effects that wouldn’t scare anybody who hadn’t blown good money to see it.
So first the ghost is all-powerful and then, suddenly, for no reason at all, he isn’t; and first the haunted house is in the middle of the suburbs, and then it’s right on the edge of a cliff overlooking the sea, and the monsters are all made of cheap foam rubber, and… ah, fanabla! It is as if the writers had declared war on continuity.
And then we read that this fiasco, this abomination… won awards! And people said they liked it!
Who can understand such mysteries?
Whatever we wind up watching today had better be good.
There are movies out there that completely defeat any attempt to understand why they were made. If there is such a thing as immoral space aliens, these might be the culprit.
Really, what is the point of something like this? Trying to show that unrestrained sexual depravity is a way to hold a family together? Shades of Sawney Bean…
“Who? Sawney who?” I hear you say. Metaphorically, of course.
Sawney Bean was the head of a family of cannibals in Scotland, some hundreds of years ago. He might not be real
Unfortunately, this movie is.