Speaking of audio cues

I was thinking it was one of those whistle-things they use in the Navy (and some Trek movies and ST:TNG) to pipe people aboard the ship, etc.

I was thinking it was one of those...

Whitefont: Boatswain's call

Star Trek was okay. Many nits to pick, a few smiles, but no laugh out loud or Yay! moments.

I can't decide if including Clifford the Big Red Ball was meant as a joke or not.

What was annoying was the time or two I laughed loudly, and no one else in the crowded theater did. There were more times when I was the first to laugh, by myself, followed by everyone else a second or two later.

I am still buzzed from my Thursday morning Star Trek viewing.

It's just so very... TREK!!! TREK!!!!!!!!

Seriously, the last thing that got me this excited about the way they NAILED a hard to describe emotional tone was that episode of Psych set at the racetrack that totally nailed the Trackmosphere.

TREK.

I feel about the movie how I felt about the series back when I was a Trek-struck kid. And I was a Trek Struck Kid, believe me. It's like... remember how GOOD some things tasted as a kid, and now they taste like ass, but you keep eating them because you want to experience that taste again, but then you find something that tastes JUST LIKE IT SHOULD, and you want to just eat it until you can eat no more? That's how I feel about this movie. I want to see it again. NOW.

And, wow, Bones is awesome. And they need MOAR SULU. And HELLO, unexpected but perfect pairing actions.

Some minor quibbles, but mostly pink sparkle hearts. Hell the fuck yeah.

Yay on positive Trek experiences!

In classic films, I finally got around to cleaning out my DVR tonight, and watched Stage Door that I recorded a few weeks back when it was on TCM. Damn, that's a good movie!! I didn't even recognize Lucille Ball and wouldn't have pinged that a very young Ann Miller is in it if I didn't know ahead of time. And Eve Arden already had all her Eve Arden snark in gear in this, her second film. And both Kate Hepburn and Ginger Rogers are simply wonderful, as is Adolph Menjou as the sleazy producer.

Oh, and as cliched as the big tragic finale was, I was crying. I am a sap for dashed dreams, I guess.

I am almost halfway through Natural Born Killers. Is the rest of the movie bizarre and pointless too?

Yes, P-C.

I thought the second half was a little better since it was more linear and focused. But as for the movie as a whole, I think I agree with Corwood.

This was my first Oliver Stone movie. They're not all like this, are they? I at least want to see Platoon. That's supposed to be good, right?

For me, Platoon was like being hit over the head with anvil of Good! and Evil! repeatedly.

Oliver Stone is completely not subtle. Ever. Do you think he thinks like that, or does he think we're all that stupid?