About ThisAbout Me
Email Me
Bookmark
Charlie Hatton
Brookline, MA
« Oh, You'll Be Fine -- It's Just a Little Fever | Main | A Blast... from the Future »
All right, that's better. I was afraid you folks were getting bored with the whole Punchline Fever thing, after the meager turnout the past couple of weeks. Today was quite encouraging, and I thank you.
(On the other hand, perhaps it means that the last couple of premises were just dreadfully stupid. Still, I can live with that. I'll take 'transiently asinine' over 'terminally dull' any day. Now let's just keep our fingers crossed on the 'transient' thing, shall we?)
Anyway, in other news, I see that one of the cable channels is playing Swordfish this month, which seems kind of odd. From everything I've ever heard about that movie, I always assumed it was just an hour and a half of Halle Berry hanging out with her booblets front and center.
Or, more accurately, 'front and a little bit to the left' and 'front and a few inches to the right'. But you know what I'm saying -- it just seems like they'll have to cut out an awful lot of material. Either that, or I've been grossly misinformed about the contents of this film. In any case, I see no reason to tune in. I'm not gonna risk sitting through a John Travolta monologue, if nobody's gettin' topless. I've been burned before. Can you say Battlefield: Earth?
All right. That's enough for now. I just wanted to say 'thanks'. And, you know, talk about boobies, just a little. But it's been a long damned week, and I've got more work to get done this weekend, so I think I'm gonna call it a night and get some sleep. I'll catch you loco gringos on the Saturday tip. I'm out.
I lost interest over sci-fi movies after all the disappointments after Star Wars movies. Nothing could compare to those in my book!
![[Subscribe]](/blog/images/subscribe.png)
Heyyyyy, my favourite subject! Actually, the movie isnt worth sitting through Travolta for. And you get about 5 seconds of Berry boobage for your money.
Battlefield Earth made me seriously think that Hollywood had finally tipped over the precipice of "how shit can we make a movie and still charge money for it?"
Of course, sci-fi fans, like me, are kinda like battered wives. We go to a scifi movie, get slapped, and still go to the next one thinking "maybe this one will be good!".