You hear that, kids? It's Douglas Adams, rolling in his grave.
Shakespeare's Birthday (which is actually April 23rd but sacrifices must be made) went well yesterday and the bard's party included tea and scones and an improv contest, my favorite being Sara and Magdalena's "Hamlet Ho-Down". The scones were yummy and my English teacher can make one hell of a coronation chicken sandwich.
Afterwards, Sara came home with me and we watched Walker: Texas Ranger reruns, and were lucky enough to catch one where the one and only Hulk Hogan guest stars.
After an hour or so, we headed off to see the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, towels in hand and all. I had no idea what sort of horrors were to ensue.
Oh, sure, the movie started off great enough--lure me into a false sense of security with dolphins singing "So Long, and Thanks For All the Fish", will ya?!
So, the first hour: pretty much perfect. Mos Def even did a pretty good job as Ford. Despite the large amount of cellphone product placement (okay Garth Jennings, we get it, Arthur uses a Nokia cell phone and I should, too.) the first hour or so was pretty great. There were some things that I thought were absolutely spot-on. The added character, Huma Kuvala, was awesome and deserved far more screentime than he got.
I had no idea what I was in for in the last ten minutes. I could only cut off Ian's circulation in horror as I watched, jaw gaping, absolutely enraged, as...
[REALLY, DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT IT RUINED FOR YOU]
[YOU WERE WARNED]
A. Arthur and Trillian fall in love, and Trillian was made a total staple woman wuss in the movie.
B. Zaphod was made one of the most annoying characters in movie history.
and...here's the real killer...
C. THE DAMNED EARTH WAS REBUILT BY SLARTIBARTFAST AND EVERYONE'S LIVES REVERTED BACK TO THEIR NORMAL STATE.
Aaarrrrghhh.
You do not change things such as that.
If they didn't seem like they were trying so hard to cater to long-time fans by not even explaining the Improbability Drive, I could understand this, I guess. However, because of the pacing and how it seemed that it was assumed that the audience knew about a lot of the stuff (where was the towel speech?) already, you would think they would continue catering to long-time fans by, hmm, let's see: NOT RAPING THE ENDING.
Er...besides being blind with rage, everything else was pretty neat and the group we went with was swell, swell, swell.
They were especially neat because no one told anyone to shut up when we were freaking out over the movie. Thank you, thank you.
This afternoon consisted of working on my English project and eating with relatives. Presents were opened by my mother and aunt, my cousin spoke of fencing and Rocky, the Gladiator, and the Passion of the Christ (which could be combined into one Megazord of a movie: Russel Crowe as Jesus, boxing. Ya dig?) Same as usual. I had Cashew Chicken, because I never venture far off the path when eating Chinese food. The eggrolls were pretty good, but this place didn't offer fortune cookies. You win some, you lose some, I guess.
Afterwards, Sara came home with me and we watched Walker: Texas Ranger reruns, and were lucky enough to catch one where the one and only Hulk Hogan guest stars.
After an hour or so, we headed off to see the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, towels in hand and all. I had no idea what sort of horrors were to ensue.
Oh, sure, the movie started off great enough--lure me into a false sense of security with dolphins singing "So Long, and Thanks For All the Fish", will ya?!
So, the first hour: pretty much perfect. Mos Def even did a pretty good job as Ford. Despite the large amount of cellphone product placement (okay Garth Jennings, we get it, Arthur uses a Nokia cell phone and I should, too.) the first hour or so was pretty great. There were some things that I thought were absolutely spot-on. The added character, Huma Kuvala, was awesome and deserved far more screentime than he got.
I had no idea what I was in for in the last ten minutes. I could only cut off Ian's circulation in horror as I watched, jaw gaping, absolutely enraged, as...
[REALLY, DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT IT RUINED FOR YOU]
[YOU WERE WARNED]
A. Arthur and Trillian fall in love, and Trillian was made a total staple woman wuss in the movie.
B. Zaphod was made one of the most annoying characters in movie history.
and...here's the real killer...
C. THE DAMNED EARTH WAS REBUILT BY SLARTIBARTFAST AND EVERYONE'S LIVES REVERTED BACK TO THEIR NORMAL STATE.
Aaarrrrghhh.
You do not change things such as that.
If they didn't seem like they were trying so hard to cater to long-time fans by not even explaining the Improbability Drive, I could understand this, I guess. However, because of the pacing and how it seemed that it was assumed that the audience knew about a lot of the stuff (where was the towel speech?) already, you would think they would continue catering to long-time fans by, hmm, let's see: NOT RAPING THE ENDING.
Er...besides being blind with rage, everything else was pretty neat and the group we went with was swell, swell, swell.
They were especially neat because no one told anyone to shut up when we were freaking out over the movie. Thank you, thank you.
This afternoon consisted of working on my English project and eating with relatives. Presents were opened by my mother and aunt, my cousin spoke of fencing and Rocky, the Gladiator, and the Passion of the Christ (which could be combined into one Megazord of a movie: Russel Crowe as Jesus, boxing. Ya dig?) Same as usual. I had Cashew Chicken, because I never venture far off the path when eating Chinese food. The eggrolls were pretty good, but this place didn't offer fortune cookies. You win some, you lose some, I guess.