Absolute Zero!

Here's a straight-forward post. Nothing clever. Nothing to have you relish in deep thought for hours. Be warned if you're expecting a laugh.

I finally caught John Carpenter's first flick, Dark Star. I enjoyed it. Going into it with the expectation to see a college film, i was actually pleasantly surprised.

There are a number of scenes that have me wondering why they are not any more iconic. Like Doolittle surfing the upper atmosphere, or the alien mascot that looks like it somehow misplaced its beach.

The showdown between Doolittle and the bomb is challenging, even for today's "smarter" audiences.

I also watched Logan's Run this weekend. The miniatures remind me of the winding tubes in a gerbil cage. Speaking of gerbils, that movie has a lot of barely-hidden boobs. And I'm convinced there are few differences between Farrah Fawcett and Paris Hilton in their respective era's. I take that back; Farrah didn't look like a half-Charlton Heston, half-Billy Joel demon walking around on broom handles.