The Pony and I dodged The Devil this morning, and went to see Apollo 18.
Meh.
That's the best I can do. It was not nearly as good as I had hoped. It had kind of a Blair Witch Project feel to it. And it was kind of slow-moving.
There was a passel of teenage boys who rambled in at the last minute to fill an entire row. I think they were bored out of their gourds. One by one, they got up to get candy or go to the bathroom or wander aimlessly or perhaps sit in another theater to see something more exciting. Like The Help.
One thing Apollo 18 had going for it was the GOTCHA factor. Several scenes had me recoiling from the screen, from surprise. Kind of like when Jason pops out of the lake at the end of Friday the 13th. Oops! SPOILER! Hope nobody that hasn't seen that movie made in 1980 is reading. Or like when Carrie's hand reaches out of the rubble of her house to grab at Sue Snell. Oops! I did it again. 1976, people. If you haven't seen these classics by now, you deserve spoilage.
Anyhoo, I can't really recommend Apollo 18, except to hard-core conspiracy theorists. A better monster might have helped. Too much Alien factor without a decent alien.
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I wondered about the movie.
Did you ever see Independence day? There was a scene where Will Smith drags the alien to Area 51 and the scientist was doing the autopsy and the alien springs to life. The scene pulls out to the observation window that looks in on the lab where the autopsy was done. The room is filled with smoke from all the chaos...and...I KNEW this was going to happen, but when the alien slams the scientist up against the window I SCREAMED. In the theater. I screamed. I was so embarrassed.
I have not seen Independence Day.
At the end of Friday the 13th, which we rented shortly after getting married (maybe that's an omen), Farmer H flipped out. He was lying on the floor when Jason popped up out of the lake. I think Farmer H jumped three feet. From a horizontal position. He squealed like a schoolgirl. I was embarrassed for him.
What??? All this and no popping popcorn bag????
labbie,
Nobody sat behind us. And that darn movie was so quiet without a musical score that I was conscious of every bite of popcorn that anybody took in that whole theater.
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