The dramatis personae of Godzilla vs. Megalon take a curtain call. Left to Right, Jet Jaguar, Godzilla, Gigan, and Megalon. Absent: Dame Judith Anderson.
This is the day Patty and I have our turkey, relax, and watch Godzilla vs. Megalon. This treasure of cinematic art is completely devoid of serious thought, ideal for flushing the brain. The brain is like an outboard motor; it needs to be flushed from time to time.
Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. Someone stole my outboard motor, once.
There is a good reason why this film has been called “The Gone With the Wind of movies featuring rubber monster suits,” but I can’t remember what that reason is.
Time out! You’ve got to see this movie, Stars in My Crown–one of the best I’ve ever seen (and I watch a lot of movies).
Don’t think of it as a Western, even if it’s set in a small town somewhere Out West, some time after the Civil War. It could be anywhere, and just about any time. It has a flavor of Ray Bradbury, Mark Twain. And the Bible. Very much the flavor of the Bible.
Joel McRea plays the town’s parson, a man of strong but quiet faith dealing with the problems and the trials of the townspeople, in the church and everywhere outside. Small problems–and big ones, including a typhoid outbreak and an ugly racial incident.
Much of the soundtrack is classic hymns, sung by the parson’s congregation. Am I getting old? These moved me very close to tears. And they were altogether necessary to help carry the story’s message. I’m saving the title hymn for tomorrow’s first post.
This is a slice of life, a depiction of Christianity at work in the real world of saints and sinners, with most of the people in it a little bit of both.
We rented it on amazon, but I also found it later on Youtube.
See it. You’ll be glad you did.
What a thought this was–a detective who can’t shoot a gun, can’t survive a fistfight, and can’t even run away. What could be more original than that? A little old lady who lives in a village!
Joan Hickson was Agatha Christie’s choice to play Miss Marple, and didn’t get to do so until she was as old as Miss Marple. The result was well worth waiting for.
Forget about any other Marples. These are the best.
She manages to see and hear everything…
The more I think of it, the more the idea grows on me: a seven-foot tall Manchurian detective who solves crimes by dipping specially treated bacon strips into the suspects’ drinks…
Nah. Miss Marple’s better. Miss Marple is the best.
It’s Labor Day. Maybe we’ll watch a Miss Marple episode. I mean, of course, the ones starring Joan Hickson. None of the others can compare.
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.