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dr_phil_physicsThis morning I got around to reading the review of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy in our local paper, The Grand Rapids Press. Pretty much sounded like it was written by someone who'd read the books, but was worried about newbies coming in and saying "WTF?" Which is pretty reasonable.
An Aside
By the way, one of our favorite Saturday pastimes is listening to our local NPR station (WGVU-FM) and the NPR News Quiz Show Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me. On this week's show, one of the questions had to do with this report which suggests e-mail is more stupefying to the human brain than smoking marijuana. In particular, I think they are referring to those who let their computer interrupt them all the time with the whole "You've Got Mail" crap -- such interruptions cause an loss of productivity and attention span to their work equivalent to a 10-point drop in their IQ.
I am master of my own computer, no matter what Bill Gate's minions say. I check e-mail when I feel like checking e-mail. So I don't think my IQ is dropping (drools) (pay no attention).
Anyway, one of the wags on the show came up with "WTF?", which I found very funny, given George Carlin's famous Seven Words You Can't Say and the FCC's current witch hunt on decency. He didn't actually say anything bad... (grin).
/An Aside
The review concluded with the observation that the movie was fun, sort of dragged in the second half -- and Jim Henson's creature shops prove once again that rubber and foam are more believable than CGI monsters, given the "charming" Vogons. And that the movie will make fans appreciate the books even more.
I find that a rather fitting conclusion.
Left very open at the end of the movie is the very obvious issue of ***SEQUEL***, as Ford offers to take them to The Restaurant at the End of the Universe and Trillium admits that she is "a bit peckish."
I very much want to see this current team deal with Disaster Area (the loudest band in the universe), whose lead singer (I believe) was being "dead for a year for tax purposes", the Cow, and of course, a fitting master of ceremonies to bring the Universe to its End...
Who is This Douglas Adams Person?
For those of you wondering Why I Care, I found this charming entry on the beta version of NNDB -- a site I haven't run into before -- but it is concise and reasonable, and I am going to use NNDB as a celebrity reference for awhile, methinks. (Certainly they did an acceptable, if cheeky, rendition of La Kate, i.e. the incomparable and lovely Kate Winslet.)
Random thought: Looking at their picture of Douglas Adams, doesn't anyone else besides me believe that Brent Spiner (aka Data on Star Trek: The Next Generation) could play Douglas Adams in a biopic?
How to Devour a Movie: Begin at the Studio Logos and Continue on the MPAA Rating (when available) and Leave Nothing Un-Viewed (unless you really have to pee)
Also, I should point out for all of you who bolt out of your seats and flee to the exits the moments the credits begin to roll, that HHGTTG contains what I call a Dr. Phil Special, or something extra embedded in the credits.
Dr. Phil
ps- Apparently the American English spellchecker on LJ can't deal with Britishisms like "peckish", coming up with:
peckish... puckish, parkish, pecks, pecking, Peck's, peck's, perish, pinkish, hackish, peevish, pettish, sickish, weakish, piggish, Pecos, Peck, peck, Peking, Polish, palish, pecked, peckers, polish, rakish
Charming.
An Aside
By the way, one of our favorite Saturday pastimes is listening to our local NPR station (WGVU-FM) and the NPR News Quiz Show Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me. On this week's show, one of the questions had to do with this report which suggests e-mail is more stupefying to the human brain than smoking marijuana. In particular, I think they are referring to those who let their computer interrupt them all the time with the whole "You've Got Mail" crap -- such interruptions cause an loss of productivity and attention span to their work equivalent to a 10-point drop in their IQ.
I am master of my own computer, no matter what Bill Gate's minions say. I check e-mail when I feel like checking e-mail. So I don't think my IQ is dropping (drools) (pay no attention).
Anyway, one of the wags on the show came up with "WTF?", which I found very funny, given George Carlin's famous Seven Words You Can't Say and the FCC's current witch hunt on decency. He didn't actually say anything bad... (grin).
/An Aside
The review concluded with the observation that the movie was fun, sort of dragged in the second half -- and Jim Henson's creature shops prove once again that rubber and foam are more believable than CGI monsters, given the "charming" Vogons. And that the movie will make fans appreciate the books even more.
I find that a rather fitting conclusion.
Left very open at the end of the movie is the very obvious issue of ***SEQUEL***, as Ford offers to take them to The Restaurant at the End of the Universe and Trillium admits that she is "a bit peckish."
I very much want to see this current team deal with Disaster Area (the loudest band in the universe), whose lead singer (I believe) was being "dead for a year for tax purposes", the Cow, and of course, a fitting master of ceremonies to bring the Universe to its End...
Who is This Douglas Adams Person?
For those of you wondering Why I Care, I found this charming entry on the beta version of NNDB -- a site I haven't run into before -- but it is concise and reasonable, and I am going to use NNDB as a celebrity reference for awhile, methinks. (Certainly they did an acceptable, if cheeky, rendition of La Kate, i.e. the incomparable and lovely Kate Winslet.)
Random thought: Looking at their picture of Douglas Adams, doesn't anyone else besides me believe that Brent Spiner (aka Data on Star Trek: The Next Generation) could play Douglas Adams in a biopic?
How to Devour a Movie: Begin at the Studio Logos and Continue on the MPAA Rating (when available) and Leave Nothing Un-Viewed (unless you really have to pee)
Also, I should point out for all of you who bolt out of your seats and flee to the exits the moments the credits begin to roll, that HHGTTG contains what I call a Dr. Phil Special, or something extra embedded in the credits.
Dr. Phil
ps- Apparently the American English spellchecker on LJ can't deal with Britishisms like "peckish", coming up with:
peckish... puckish, parkish, pecks, pecking, Peck's, peck's, perish, pinkish, hackish, peevish, pettish, sickish, weakish, piggish, Pecos, Peck, peck, Peking, Polish, palish, pecked, peckers, polish, rakish
Charming.
