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Writer's Blog - Peter Rorlach
Tuesday, May 3, 2005
Yet another cinematographical travesty!
Now Playing: Travelling Wilburys - Tweeter & The Monkey Man
Topic: Grunts, rants, and others

Bloody Hell! This time the Yanks have really done it! I mean, I do, at times, like my hosts, the ludicrously mislabeled "Americans". Mostly they are indeed harmless, despite their absolutely horrid taste in decorating and politics. Two character flaws one may hope time will eventually correct, one hopes. Yes, I know, they do have a tendency to blow up parts of the planet; but again, that overeagerness to play with guns and fire can be traced back directly to the aforementioned aberrations in taste: ugliness at home and in the White House can only lead to aggravating behavior abroad.

All this nonsense I can forgive; even the poor choice in First Lady's and arrogant pugs at their sides. But the destruction of an icon's literary pinnacle? No! And No! again. For that insult - i.e., the celluloid version of The Hitchhikers's Guide to the Galaxy - a Hollywood index finger obviously aimed at the intelligent world beyond the US borders, those responsible must be made an example of. The have just jumped ahead of everyone else, bypassing even the two new popes, Arnold (of California) and Benedict (of Rome), in the queue of those who will be put against the wall when the revolution comes.

It started off well enough: using snippets from the actual radio broadcasts, the just released movie version of Douglas Adams' hit series of the same name seemed to want to follow the story as have millions of readers and listeners since 1969. Unfortunately that positive sentiment is first assaulted by the choice of a colored fellow (who could not act if his life depended on it), only to be savagely murdered about one third into the movie. From that moment on the viewer is presented with unfunny hogwash dreamed up by some feeble mind in Hollywood. Mr. Adam's master symphony of humor, irony and sarcasm - the only known trilogy containing four books! - gets only a passing glance, no more than absolutely necessary to ensure the probable sequel.

The net result is a disgustingly unfunny waste of everyone's time and money, a twin offense which, I am sure, is illegal in most parts of the universe. One can only hope that there is an equivalent of the Vogon constructor fleet, and that they are indeed on their way.


Posted by DocRorlach at 04:28 MEST
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