A day may come when stylishly absurd movies like NIGHT TEETH will no longer appeal to the adolescent still living within me. A day when I cannot ignore the logical flaws and contrived plots. A day when I say, Really: this makes absolutely no sense, so I shall not watch it.
There’s a proper grasp of science, there’s my grasp of science, and then there’s Hollywood’s. This makes me feel so much better about the outrages I’m doing right now to the laws of physics in my latest SF-horror story…
New baron and baroness stepping up, so everybody’s on deck to help out with that. I get to make sure everything’s set up and so on and so forth. I also expect to be out there in the parking lot, at some point. Yay.
And after that: Sunday is Flogging Molly! I have a ticket. Hopefully, I won’t be so wiped that I can’t go, but we’ll see. The good news there is, it’s just off the Green Line in DC. Getting home should be straightforward.
I liked JUNGLE CRUISE more than Honest Trailers did, although they didn’t drip acid onto their review, or anything. I mean, it’s a big old dumb action movie and we all knew that going in. Full points for HT’s kick-in-the-groin of Disney over presumed Chinese self-censorship, mind. I hadn’t considered that, until they pointed it out.