A figure from Adama’s past miraculously shows up after 3 years as a prisoner of war, and his return leads Adama to confess some startling revelations.
A note to first time BSG watchers; these aren’t the reviews for you. I plan to write about the show with the ending in mind. If you haven’t seen the show, you will be spoiled on stuff that happens at the end. You’ve been warned.
As I’ve written before, it can be really, really hard to get children’s films right. If all the pieces aren’t there, adults (and kids too) will immediately spot a cash grab and recoil.
I had some fine memories of “James and the Giant Peach,” (and I’ve always loved Roald Dahl books) the 1996 adaptation from director Henry Selick, but it’s been quite a while since I last watched it, so I decided to check it out from an adult perspective. Unfortunately, the film has the ingredients for magic, but it just doesn’t deliver.
The Fleet discovers the diseased ship in the Lion’s Head Nebula, and after a talk with one near-death survivor, Roslin and Adama come up with a Final Solution to the Cylon problem. On Baltar’s basestar, Three and Caprica Six interrogate (torture) Baltar about his *knowledge* of the fatal Cylon virus.
A note to first time BSG watchers; these aren’t the reviews for you. I plan to write about the show with the ending in mind. If you haven’t seen the show, you will be spoiled on stuff that happens at the end. You’ve been warned.
In the late 1960s, a killer calling himself Zodiac claimed responsibility for a series of murders in Northern California; he taunted investigators with a series of codes and clues sent to newspapers and made threats against the public that mostly freaked people out.
While there were a good deal of suspects, Zodiac was never brought to justice.
In 2007, director David Fincher decided to make a movie about this bizarre and grisly crime story starring Robert Downey Jr. as Paul Avery, a reporter at the San Francisco Chronicle; Mark Ruffalo as the lead Inspector David Toschi; and Jake Gyllenhaal as Robert Graysmith, a cartoonist at the Chronicle (and if you pay attention to the credits, he wrote the book the movie is based on).
This week, we get to take a field trip to the Cylon fleet, courtesy of one Gaius Baltar and his turncoat ways (sounds like a band name, no?). On the run from the ghosts of New Caprica, the Cylons decide on a new plan, but they need Baltar to help them succeed. Their loss.
A note to first time BSG watchers; these aren’t the reviews for you. I plan to write about the show with the ending in mind. If you haven’t seen the show, you will be spoiled on stuff that happens at the end. You’ve been warned.
Remember last week, when I was talking about the appeal of low-brow comedies and how the really good ones can transcend their limited (or no) budget approaches?
“Mystery Team” does not fall in to that category.
I waited almost a full year to see this movie; I first heard about it at their Comic-Con panel last year, and it was sitting in my saved queue ever since then, with me eager and willing to watch more from the talented (and funny) Derrick Comedy group.
So, everyone has been rescued (except those *few* who died), the family is all back together (minus one battlestar), and Roslin’s going to be president again. The happy ending is just around the corner, right? Don’t forget what show you’re watching.
A note to first time BSG watchers; these aren’t the reviews for you. I plan to write about the show with the ending in mind. If you haven’t seen the show, you will be spoiled on stuff that happens at the end. You’ve been warned.
Readers, here’s something you might not know about me: I love being a movie snob.
I know enough movie trivia to be a formidable opponent at “Scene It,” and I can wax on (endlessly) about the virtues (and failings) of renowned foreign and domestic directors. In fact, the movie I’m most likely to pick as my favorite is “Wild Strawberries,” a Swedish movie directed by Ingmar Bergman that premiered the same year my mother was born.
But sometimes, you need to shove that stuff aside and embrace some lowbrow comedy. “The Gamers: Dorkness Rising,” the no-budget “Dungeons and Dragons” parody from writer/director Matt Lancil fits that bill in spades and manages to be pretty damn entertaining.