Archive for June, 2010

Scott Has Written Another Review…You’re Boned!**

Tuesday, June 29th, 2010

After being cancelled and brought back for four straight-to-dvd movies (which were then turned into episodes), Futurama is back, baby! This is a good thing for me, as I liked it a lot before, but since the movies it’s one of my favourite shows.

Within minutes of firing up the first episode, you know that it’s like they were never away, and the writers have not lost their touch where reveals and surreal humour is concerned, thank God. As with the first movie (the excellent Bender’s Big Score – be careful typing that into Google), the first episode’s packed with metahumour aimed at the executives who cancelled them and the network that they’re on now (Comedy Central). So far there have been two episodes, so I will be reviewing them both today.

The first episode of the fifth series (sixth on American terms) is appropriately called ‘Rebirth’, and as I’ve mentioned, it features lots of take that humour against the executives who had them cancelled in the first place. It also takes a while to get back into the swing of things and re-establish the status quo (not the band). And it does this like a soap opera, with lots of reveals and deceptions falling down. It was a good episode to start with, and they seem to have kept some aspects of the show changed rather than resetting everything that changed over the course of the last four movies.

The episode itself was extremely funny, piling on moment after moment of hilarious jokes. There was one incredibly random and funny moment that had my brother and I in fits of laughter when it happened, and it came as much of a shock to us as it did to the characters, which was presumably the intention of the joke. Lots of jokes in the show seem to come out of nowhere, and that’s part of why it works, as it weaves the random element in with some clever writing.

The second episode, named ‘In-A-Gadda-Da-Leela’ spends the bulk of its time leading up to an Adam and Eve plot with Zapp Brannigan and Leela, which Fry is not happy about. The enemy in this episode is a ‘Death Sphere’ which is making its way to Earth which turns out to be a homage to Star Trek: The Motion(less) Picture. The concept of a hostile being going through the galaxy destroying planets it encounters is nothing new, being used earlier in the series’ run with the Brainspawn and in the classic Star Trek episode ‘The Doomsday Machine’*.

Like the last episode, this one uses a series of reveals to pile on yet more jokes and yet again it works. The opening episode was funnier, but I feel that this one also works as a follow-up, and I hope they keep the show going strong like this. Rebirth was also a tough act to follow and I shall be eagerly anticipating more of the same.

*Seriously, this is one of the better episodes of the classic Star Trek run. Watch it if you can.

**My original title for this was ‘Scott’s reviews are like Scott’s love. Hard and fast!’ Then I realised the implications of this particular quote.


An Englishman In Good Ol’ London Tahn…

Tuesday, June 22nd, 2010

As mentioned in a previous blog, I have a love of travel but do not get to exercise this love too often (and if you do it too often, you go blind…or something). So it’s an event when I do get to go into London, as I did today. I was in town for a photography project that needs me to show my love of travel with photographs. What can I say? It gave me an excuse to go out.

First step was acquiring a travel card, which start to pay for themselves if you visit enough places as I did. As I live in Slough (and therefore not within the Zones), I had to pay an extra cost to get into them. Once you’re in, it’s £7.50. This card covers you for everything, such as Tube travel and bus travel all through Zones 1-6.

As some of my friends know, I have wanted to visit the town of Brentford for quite a while now and today I got my chance. I never went with friends as I feared they’d get bored and not want to come out with me again. It was pretty interesting to see the town of Mr Robert Rankin’s excellent books in reality, including the very pretty Butts Estate. My only complaint was getting to it took quite a while, so it was about half past two by the time I arrived at the next destination on my list. This implies I had a written list of places to go. I had no such thing.

White City, near Shepherd’s Bush, is home to both the BBC Television Centre and possibly the most female-oriented shopping centre in existence. I am of course talking about Westfield, the place that has roughly three stores that do not sell clothes. Naturally mine was only a quick visit, I got lost trying to find the BBC.

Once I’d taken the photographs I needed of the BBC, I went to Tottenham Court Road to relive a fond memory. I went back to Forbidden Planet, where I met the previously mentioned Robert Rankin and he signed some of my books. There were so many pretty things there, I almost regret not taking much money with me.

After my case of Non-Buyer’s Remorse, I headed Southbound on the Northern Line to Clapham Common to visit another fond memory, this time one from my childhood. My father took me to Comet Miniatures when I was naught but a wee bairn. Comet Miniatures is a damn cool Nerd Collector’s Wet Dream. It features sci-fi collectables, anime stuff and model kits of famous starships. It took me a damn long time to find the place, but it was worth it in the end, as the place has not changed in ten years. Picture that. A world of collectables going unsold. The main appeal for me was seeing the old Thunderbirds stuff that I used to covet with a passion. I even own some of it now. I sadly left the shop and got on a bus towards Wimbledon, intending to ride it for the 17 minutes it took to get there then going somewhere else afterwards.

The damn thing took almost an hour due to rush hour traffic. I was reasonably entertained by the scenery, but still. I finally got to Wimbledon and hopped on a train, which rumbled along taking me to my next planned port of call.

Whitechapel has changed quite a bit since the famous Ripper murders of 1888-91 (as you’d expect, given that it’s 122 years later), but one thing I’m sure hasn’t changed since Jack’s time is the number of chippies and kebab shops. It was around dinner time, so I murdered some prostitutes and went to one of these average chippies (whose definition of ‘salad’ seemed to consist of ‘just put lettuce in’). I ate my dinner there, drank a can of ‘Pepsi Arabia’ that was made of liquid nitrogen and then ambled on towards Stepney Green. I somehow ended up at Aldgate Street, which for those of you unfamiliar with the geography of Whitechapel, is in the wrong fucking direction. I’d essentially gone backwards, although luckily (and I didn’t realise this at the time) it was actually closer to where I wanted to be, which was on a train heading towards Baker Street.

Baker Street is the home of the world’s favourite fictional consulting detective and his live-in lover, Dr. Watson. There is now a Sherlock Holmes museum where he was supposedly based (221 B Baker Street, for those of you living under a rock) and a plaque saying ‘Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective : 1881 – 1904’. I’m no expert but I’m pretty sure those dates are wrong*.

After that, I headed to Paddington Station to catch the train home. I was a little disappointed that it wasn’t an intercity train, but there we are. I’ve spent ten hours on my feet today, hopping from bus to train, walking, etc. And yet the curious thing is, I was never bored. I took two books with me but hardly touched them, as there was always something new to see if I looked out of the window or when I was out exploring, such as a workman randomly hitting a rusted pipe with a hammer for no apparent reason, or seeing a five-necked guitar in a shop in Soho (among other disturbing things). I saw the usual mix of shops with dubious names (including one called the Big Fat Panda. Apparently it was an all-you-can-eat restaurant.) and overall had a fun time.

*Just checked them. They’re wrong.

2001: An Overrated Odyssey…

Monday, June 21st, 2010

This 1968 Stanley Kubrick classic is well regarded in film buff circles as one of the best of all time, perhaps wrongly so.

The film follows the story of mankind’s first trip to Jupiter and all the stuff that happens on said trip. The trip gets a bit trippy later on (see what I did there?) but it is renowned for being quite realistic about how space works. For instance, there is no sound in space, and they stick to this. They make clever use of the soundtrack to showcase the beauty and majesty of space.

However, this film is clearly not meant to be watched for entertainment’s sake, but appreciated as a film school subject. It is filled with clever directorial work and good hard science. It’s similar to Blade Runner, which is also a good film to study to learn about directorial techniques and so on.

“Anything can happen in the next half hour!” is a mantra that they probably should’ve followed while making this film, as in the first half hour, there is some music and some ape beating. That’s about it. It takes about two minutes to actually finish building the suspense and let you see an image on the screen. I thought my television was broken for a while.

There were some weird moments in the film though, as the noises in the background sound like the Witches from the Left 4 Dead series. It’s a bit illusion breaking when you expect a little chyron on the screen to read ‘HAL startled a witch!’ And that would be pretty fucking funny, come to think of it. And when the end of the film came, I had absolutely no idea what was going on. I saw that there was ten minutes left and thought, “oh, okay, they’ll resolve stuff in about five minutes”. Turns out eight of those minutes were for the credits. The two minutes turned out to be some stuff about the astronaut ageing or something, I really couldn’t tell. Apparently it makes a lot more sense if you read the book as well, but this is not a lecture or a bibliography. There should be no required reading to make a good film.

For my money (and I’m so glad I didn’t pay to see it), this is one of the most boring films that I have ever seen. It is 2 hours and 20 minutes long, and you can feel every second, every minute you have wasted of your life. I could feel myself ageing as I watched this movie. I found my eyes searching around, looking for anything else to do.

This film has been parodied to hell and back, with Airplane II and The Simpsons both taking shots at it (in the case of The Simpsons, two entirely different episodes). The parodies are actually better to watch and more entertaining, since you get some idea of what happens in the original (HAL goes apeshit insane; that’s not a spoiler, as the film is 42 years old) while having a running time of under two hours.

Is it possible to be entertained by this movie? The short answer is possibly. The longer answer is “I’m afraid I can’t let you do that, Dave.”

Yet Another Series Finale To Involve Daleks. Colour Me Surprised…

Sunday, June 20th, 2010

I have tried to keep the review spoiler free, but that’s quite difficult, as even the title of the episode is a spoiler. So I wouldn’t recommend reading this before you’ve seen the episode; same with Doctor Who Confidential.

After twelve suspenseful weeks, the Pandorica has finally been opened. For viewers unfamiliar with the Pandorica, it’s an arc word that’s been inserted here and there within various episodes of Doctor Who since The Eleventh Hour, along with ‘Silence Will Fall’. Both come into play in this episode in a rather intelligent way and old friends of the Doctor are used to good effect when they’re trying to contact him, even if their way of doing so doesn’t really make as much sense as it could (a phone that dials T for Time Vortex? Really?). Although, a couple of characters seem out of place, such as Edwin Bracewell (inventor, seen in Victory Of The Daleks and who was going to go and find some wench he loved) and Liz 10 (Elizabeth the Tenth, Queen of Starship Britain and almost 2 millennia out of place here).

There are a number of smaller questions that crop up in this episode, in which a large number of the Doctor’s past enemies gather to see the Pandorica open, but the answers to those will mercifully become clear within the episode itself. The solution will slowly dawn on you as to what the Pandorica contains (hint: the wording of the legend helps); it took me almost until it was explicitly stated to get it. Nice one Scott. Sharp as ever.

Of course, I do have some complaints about the episode (as usual). One of which is the Borg CyberHead that states word for word that “You Will Be Assimilated”, which just caused me to laugh at the scene. Especially when they decided to have the head behaving like a CyberOctopus on the floor and making it nearly bite Amy’s face off. And a Vortex call? REALLY?! And the plan of the villains(?) of the episode is quite similar to the one that the Doctor has to defeat in the earlier episode Victory Of The Daleks.

The actors were as good as ever, with some strong emotional scenes for the characters and a few I could relate to (although not in quite the same way, obviously). The tension keeps ramping up as element after element falls into place to make the Doctor’s life slightly worse, until the end where pretty much any hope is lost and something happens that I can’t see how they’re going to reset. As it’s a Moffat episode, the writing is of good quality, with plenty of continuity nods (similar to Journey’s End in that respect) and he did a good job of keeping the viewer’s interest throughout the episode while whetting my appetite for more Who. I eagerly await the next instalment to find out how it all ends*. It’s going to be one tough week.

*Knowing Moffat, Wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey…stuff will cause everything to be alright again.

No Weak Jokes On Mock The Week…

Saturday, June 19th, 2010

Much to my delight, I went on the BBC iPlayer in my boredom and found an old favourite waiting for me. The comedy panel show Mock The Week has made a welcome return to our screens to mock the current events of the world.

For the first episode, the regulars were joined by Milton Jones, old favourite Chris Addison and some bird called Diane Morgan. Milton came out with some god-awful puns, but then again, doesn’t everyone? The answer, of course, is yes. Chris Addison came out with some particularly good jokes, especially during my personal favourite round, Scenes We’d Like To See. Diane Morgan (who I’ve never heard of before this) was average and quite unfunny. It’s like if I got invited to go on there. There may occasionally be some funny insights (and even then that’s expecting a bit much of me), but nothing on the level of the professional comedians.

The regulars themselves were on top form (with some jokes at the expense of the other regulars), with the chemistry between Dara and the gang being apparent, as it’s obvious that they all know each other and have become accustomed to working together. A personal problem with this episode is that it didn’t have the excellent Stewart Francis in it. That’s nothing to do with the producers of the show, though, and if anything it’s wishful thinking on my part. He is a master of the one-liner. Look him up on YouTube. Some of his punchlines make you want to punch his line (what?) but you’ll be too busy laughing to care.

The Stand-Up Round (I forget its actual name at the moment) was good for showcasing the skills of three of the contestants (because there’s still the pretence of a game going on) at stand up. Well, two, Diane wasn’t that funny as I mentioned earlier. It was here that Milton unleashed many of the puns that make you want to punch him in a good-natured way. Having said that, he was pretty funny and I found myself laughing as well as groaning at some of the jokes that he came out with. He looked perpetually nervous, which was very odd as you would think he’d be used to it by now. He looked like a scared child who’d wandered onto the stage by mistake.

Scenes We’d Like To See was as brilliant as ever, with the scenarios (Commercials That Were Never Aired and Things You Don’t Want To Hear In A Hospital) proving to be great choices for the gang, as they put forward some fine suggestions.

After that round finishes, I turn off the programme as there is nothing worth hearing, just finding out which team won (which is completely random anyway) and the credits.

Which leads me neatly to the end of the review. I thought this particular episode could’ve been improved by having someone who was funnier than that Diane Morgan (not that she wasn’t funny, just not that funny). It kept me laughing most of the time though, which is better than most comedies that I watch. All in all, a good episode, and I will be watching over the weeks to come in hope of more like this.

“That’s No Moon, That’s James Corden…” (Last Time I Use That, I Swear)

Friday, June 18th, 2010

Popular World Cup loving fattie James Corden (that’s not as big, if you’ll pardon the pun, an insult as you might think; the BBC seem to be taking much the same attitude) is the undenied star of last Saturday’s episode of Doctor Who. In true Corden style, this episode revolves around him and a co-star in a will they/won’t they relationship. Except it’s Doctor Who, so they obviously will. It’s not like she’s going to go into the sunset saying “it’s not going to work out. You’re too fat!” That would be incredibly depressing to the watching children.

As this is a companion lite episode, Amy and the Tardis are stuck in orbit around the planet Corden — I mean, locked in a dematerialisation cycle so she can’t land. Or something. Meanwhile, The Doctor has to spend some time posing as a human so he can investigate a weird house where people go up but don’t come back down…

As the Doctor has to pose as human in this episode (he’s never done that before…), the writers have given him some charming eccentricities and misunderstandings about human behaviour. In principle they’re correct, but they’re also weird. This leads to some funny moments within the episode, such as how he greets new human friends and his time on the football field. Oh, and the fact he tries to unintentionally bribe Corden to let him stay.

This episode was classic cheesy Doctor Who. There was a girl, the hero (and make no mistake, the hero of this episode is James Corden) gets her and there are some tragic deaths along the way. On the downside, this episode also felt like an extension of everything that James Corden has ever done, such as Gavin And Stacey, something about football and…er…next question please.

Something about the episode felt very much like it was the Doctor’s last chance for fun and games before things get real (as in ‘this shit just got real’) in time for the season finale. I’m wondering if the BBC have managed to do the impossible and keep Matt Smith on for only one season without having it leak like it normally does. I’d say you heard it here first but that’s tremendously unlikely due to the hints they’ve been dropping in show about it.

I’m hoping that the upcoming finale solves the ongoing plot threads of the series, such as the Glowy Time Cracks Of Death and shows us River Song’s first encounter with the Doctor. We might even see Rory again, but it’s doubtful. Who knows?

The story’s a pretty neat idea but in execution it feels like most other episodes of new Who, just with the added human touch, which has been used in Human Nature already. I like what Gareth Roberts (the writer, who I’ve met, nice chap) tried to do in this episode but if you’re tired of Gavin and Stacey style* rom-coms, I’d advise you to give this one a miss.

*(I say Gavin and Stacey style, it practically is Gavin and Stacey, apart from names, locations and events)

Hot Anchor On Anchor Action!

Thursday, June 17th, 2010

Wake Up, Ron Burgundy is a straight to dvd movie that shows an alternate story to the clash of news anchors that we know and love. Due to being made up of unused scenes (and a few reused ones to provide narrative that can’t be done with alternate footage), it doesn’t feel as polished as Will Ferrell’s 2004 classic, Anchorman: The Legend Of Ron Burgundy, does. It comes as part of a boxset with the first movie.

The alternate movie covers Ron Burgundy and Veronica Corningstone’s bid to stop an activist organisation known as The Alarm Clock (which is acknowledged in-movie as a terrible name) by using Investigative Journalism! to beat Movie Cops Who Aren’t Shown! to the punch. Along the way, it features more weirdness from our favourite mustached anchorman and his gang of friends.

Some of this weirdness can get a bit too weird at times and wander into the realm of disturbing (there was an almost creepy moment with Champ and Ron, but it was played for laughs), but it’s worth sticking with, if only for the excellent sequence on the mountainside near the observatory where the gang prove how utterly useless they are when lost. While it’s an alternate movie, some gags (such as the Recurrence Of The Pungent Sex Panther) don’t make sense if you haven’t actually seen the movie that screened in theaters, and some of the best ones are naturally not carried over. These are the gags you miss, as the Anchor Fight, the brief cameo of Jack Black (without the Pick of Destiny, but with the Dog Of Punting) and some of Brick’s best quotable lines (He does love his lamp) aren’t carried over either.

It expands on some stuff from the main movie, such as having Ed Harken (the newspaper editor) berate his son, who is played by Galaxy Quest and Dodgeball nerd Justin Long. We hear about more things that he did which were abandoned from the main film. Justin Long in this movie, come to think of it, reminds me of Lovable Air Rocker Ted (Theodore Logan) played by a young Keanu Reeves** in the classic Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure.

It’s certainly a good move to make, as they could’ve just shoved the extra scenes onto one dvd and classed it as “new material” (and they did add more material to the first movie dvd), but no – they went ahead and released a second disc to go with the first. The dvd itself is minimalist (just the movie and subtitles), which is still better than the early days of dvd, when they advertised ‘interactive menus’ as a special feature*. If you liked Anchorman as it was, this is certainly a good dvd to get, and if you can find the set cheap enough (as I did), it’s worth splashing out and replacing your original copy of the first movie.

In the true Anchorman style, I’m Scott Varnham. You stay classy, loyal readers, and thanks for stopping by.

*Highlander 2 was one of these dvds. Having the ability to watch it with subtitles (as I can hardly watch stuff without them) would still not make it any less shite.

**(some, to be devilishly satirical, would say he was at his acting peak then. Ho ho ho.)

Rule Britannia, So Long As Her Side Is Winning…

Tuesday, June 15th, 2010

It’s that time of every-four-years-like-clockwork again. The World Cup kicked off on Friday to massive hype as people in this country seemed to finally remember where they live.

With that came the usual wave of hysterical bollocks that has been building up for a while now, with Facebook fan pages both spreading that ‘People have been banned from wearing England shirts in pubs by the police’  and decrying it. I realise that’s the entire point of the page, but God, that enrages me. Not the message itself – the thought that someone would waste my time by making me have to look at this utter, utter bullshit.

People only seem to care about patriotism if one of two things comes to pass: 1) a World Cup comes around again and 2) the entirety of Britain goes back in time and relives a World War. The problem with patriotism is that done badly, it’s very close to racism and hate, since there is potential for “If you’re not English, you’re not on our side and therefore BAD.”. Which is obviously a bad thing. No doubt if England lose the World Cup, the BNP will find some way to blame it on the Immigrants or something. “Lose the cup, join the clan.” Fantastic slogan if I ever heard one.

At a time like this, everything else (including aspiring writers, hint hint) gets shoved into the background in a frenzy of football obsession. All the shows talk about it and most of the schedules are taken up with games and game highlights and so on. I still remember the penalty shot that Beckham missed in Euro 2004 that made the nation groan collectively. I suspect something similar will happen this time, and if he wasn’t injured he might have caused this one to go tits up and all.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of my country and I’m glad to live here. I just don’t give a flying fuck about football, that’s all.

Apparently ‘Qualiteee’ Means ‘Shit’ Nowadays…

Sunday, June 13th, 2010

Qualiteee! That might as well be the title of the new show from professional chav, Lee Nelson. Lee Nelson’s Well Good Show (which sounds like it should have an ‘innit’ tacked on the end) is a combination of Russell Howard’s Good News and Catherine Tate’s chavvy persona. Only without the comedy.

There are character based sketches in the show, such as Dr. Bob, a tactless doctor in a City Hospital style show, Jason Bent, a footballer who is supposed to remind the viewer of some certain famous footballers and Chris Young in Faliraki Nights, a holiday rep for a bunch of tossers. The humour in that particular sketch seems to come from the shock value rather than anything else, with the laughter track howling as the women are challenged to make the chaps, er, finish by way of a fast-paced intimate oral exam.

Nelson seems to get most of his humour from interacting with the audience, ripping on them and like so much comedy, it also comes from subverting your expectations of what will happen or what he’s going to say. During the duration of this BBC-Endorsed chav show (yes, someone actually thought it was good enough to commission. Incidentally, it was exactly this sort of establishment endorsed chavvery that turned me off watching Catherine Tate after Tony Blair was in it), I laughed precisely three times, all of them at the audience interaction.

I’m perfectly willing to admit that not being a chav or a Guvnor from good ol’ London Tahn, I might not find it as funny as another viewer might. However, I think that good comedy shouldn’t rely on the audience being a certain kind of person to appreciate it or coming from a certain background. If you aim for that sort of approach, it’s like you’re intentionally alienating the smarter viewers and trying to cover yourself by saying “you don’t get it because you isn’t black/white/human, yeah?”

Of course, the great irony there is that I write the same kind of comedy myself, which the average reader might not always get, so I’m one to talk. You know what, fuck it. Lee Nelson’s comedy is lowbrow. It features the same sort of catchphrases and sketch comedy that made Little Britain and Catherine Tate so horribly popular (not saying they’re bad shows, just incredibly formulaic and catchphrase laden). I despise any sort of comedy that almost seems to be deliberately lowbrow. The problem is that there are far more idiots than smart people in the world. I mean, just listen to a sound-bite of that ‘Qualitee!*’ thing included in the trailer below, the thing that he’s trying to develop into a catchphrase. Annoying already, isn’t it?

They say you should give most things a chance and try them more than once. But my TV doesn’t have a remote-shaped hole in it. That’s all the chance I’m willing to give.

*I love the fact that the auto correct is trying to change that to its correct spelling.

We Were Warned…Of The Pretty Disaster Movie.

Friday, June 11th, 2010

Roland Emmerich’s newest disaster movie is based on the popular Mayan myth that the world will end in 2012. Somehow this movie has managed to turn that into a secret that the Government managed to keep hidden, along the lines of Roswell and Area 51.

For those uninitiated in myth based around a long-dead civilisation (go figure), the myth goes something like this: because a calendar that the Mayans made predicted some events and that it says the end of the fifth age of the world (i.e. ours) will come on 22/12/12, people and conspiracy nuts think that at that time our world will perish in earthquakes and fiery fun.* If the world does actually end in 2012 and the conspiracy nuts are proven right, I’ll reach for my pistol.

Plot wise (apart from the complete lack of aliens), this film is quite similar to the Spielberg shite-epic War Of The Worlds. One single dad tries to get his family to a rumoured spot where they may see out the apocalypse safely. Along the way he has to deal with his ex-wife and her new guy, his older uncooperative son and his stupid daughter. We see how the Government reacts to the Mayan’s warnings (badly; they hide it and commit murder to cover it up, like a certain other Evil Government that I spoke of so recently), headed by one of the only two actors who I recognise in this entire movie, Danny Glover. The other, incidentally, I recognise from my favourite low-budget movie, The Man From Earth. As President Of The United States, Danny Glover really does look like he’s “too old for this shit”. Speaking of the characters, it’s probably best that you don’t develop any attachment to most of them, as quite a few of them die in horrific ways.

As is normal for an Emmerich film (others include Independence Day and The Day After Tomorrow), it’s very pretty, the science is dubious at best and it’s about humanity coming together and defying the odds.

If you absolutely must watch this film (and I assume you’re not being forced to), then do so with a television and sound system that can really make the film seem like an experience to remember and enjoy.

One thing that isn’t in this film that you’d expect is a moral message. Normally in this kind of film, there is some sort of environmental message (such as “pollution will usher in the new ice age”, “aliens will kill us all unless Will Smith and Jeff Goldblum are involved”, that sort of thing). Instead, we’re left without one, and a movie like this is like an airhead woman. There’s beauty, but no substance.

The only thing close to a message that can be gotten from this film is “Resistance Is Futile”. A message that planet-eaters The Borg made famous, it’s a fitting message for an apocalypse movie. That’s nice, when the world is crumbling, remember that Resistance Is Futile. Sleep well, children.

*I think they failed to account for the Gregorian calendar and they were actually trying to warn us about the Y2K thing.