I have always said that I want to age gracefully, allow Nature to take its course, and so forth. But, right now, I feel so old and frail and thin...I'd gladly accept the gift of a spare seventeen-year-old body (and of either sex, for that matter).
Yesterday, I was in too much pain to work, though I need to be editing "The Collier's Venus (1893)." Between the pain and the meds for the pain, I can't trust my judgment. So, we went to a matinée of Scott Derrickson's remake of The Day the Earth Stood Still. I had some vague hope it might not suck, even though these remakes rarely go well, and even though Scott Derrickson has never made a decent film. I still had hope. It springs eternal, as they say. April is the cruelest month. And so forth. And, please remember, as I've said before, I really, really hate not enjoying a movie, especially one I've paid to see. I take no joy in disliking a thing. I'm not the sort who goes into a threatre with a chip on my shoulder, "Here I am, now entertain me." But there's no missing the plain, sad fact that this movie is a mess. Really, it's hardly better than the crap the Sci-Fi Channel churns out. Keanu Reeves is even more wooden than usual. Jaden Smith is one of the most annoying children ever filmed. Jennifer Connelly and John Cleese try, but there's so little to work with, you can see the futility in their eyes. Kathy Bates alternates between seeming as though she's in another movie entirely and giving one the feeling that she's about to start laughing at the lines she's been asked to deliver. There's far too much CGI, and it's substandard CGI, at that. But, in the end, despite a somewhat encouraging first half hour, the film flails about, lost and directionless. This could have been something incredible. But no one bothered to tell the director and screenwriter that it's a story about an alien whose job it is to decide whether or not mankind survives, and not a story about a conflicted, weary mother and her unruly stepchild whose father died in Iraq. And that Gort is not a mass of nanites. The film finally just...well, stops. It certainly did not leave me with the feeling that humanity had earned its reprieve. My advice, avoid this one like the plague. Don't even wait for the DVD. Watch the Robert Wise original from 1951, which is dated and naive, but at least it knows what it's trying to say. Watch the original, and be content with that.
Also, when the hell did movie theatres become recruiting offices for the National Guard?
After the movie, we drove down to Spooky's parent's place in Saunderstown. Her dad's away on Vashon Island in Washington, doing anthropologist stuff, and her mom wasn't at home. So we talked to Spider (the cat) and watched the enormous full moon rising over the winter-stricken farm.
Back home, we watched Addams Family Values (1993), which is aging better than I am, and then played WoW until we reached Lvl 41.
And now I feel a little woozy, so I think I may go lie down for a few minutes.