Christ, I already don't care. The world went back to the dark ages, and now... what? We have to shoot things? Somebody is maybe evil? People will be walking around? What the hell am I even supposed to care about here? The only interesting thing in the story has already happened.
I thought that might be a quote from an old Bugs Bunny cartoon, so I looked it up:
"And don't think it hasn't been a little slice of heaven...'cause it hasn't." (Hair-Raising Hare, 1946)
...Probably not?
I actually thought Walt was making a skull with his bacon. Like, now that I'm a supercriminal I need a cool logo, or something. Ok now that I wrote it down, it sounds stupid.
I guess I'm way too late for anyone to still read this, but I really need to say one thing.
The part of the movie that pretty much symbolizes, for me, what was wrong with it, was the moment when they were testing the alien DNA, and the machine said it was a "match."
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN, MACHINE? A match? Do you mean that the DNA is identical? Does it come from the exact same person? No it doesn't, does it. You're not a very exact machine.
So ok, I suppose I can accept that it means that the DNA is human. Like, 100% human. Well, that's where I lose the entire plot of the movie. Because I thought those "aliens" were our designers, that they "made" us. But if they already have the entirety of our DNA, what is even left to design? Snappy clothes? I guess by "they created us," the movie meant "they got pregnant." THAT'S how you create a lifeform if you already have their exact same DNA. Nothing left to design or engineer. Or am I missing something?
Of the three people in this story, Mark Wahlberg, Hitler, and a random bystander, you sure make an interesting choice in which one to call "the fucking idiot"...
Once I was taking a walk with some coworkers during our lunch break, when I saw Bruce Willis sitting somewhere. He was looking right at us, so I didn't want to point or anything, but once we passed him nobody else had seen him, and half of them didn't even believe me.
My point is, I guess, that I understand the whole freezing up when a celebrity is looking at you. And also, I saw Bruce Willis! Really!
(Also, what's with all the people suggesting "maybe it was just someone who looked like Bruce Willis?" Like, maybe I'm just typing on something that looks like my keyboard now. Maybe I kissed someone who just looked like my mom. You know who really looks like Bruce Willis? Bruce Willis, that's who.)
I think if you took Brad Pitt, and gave him bad hair and a big nose and basically removed everything that makes him Mr. Handsome Movie Star, you'd be pretty close. But I don't know if we should encourage that.
They could add the wings in postproduction, I think it's called. Do they call it that? I heard a filmmaker say that.
Hey, I have some chocolate pudding here. You can have it for two million dollars.
I mean come on, it's not hard to make the most expensive chocolate pudding ever. I just did it.
I have absolutely no problem with everybody making fun of Kirk Cameron, but if I'm honest this might be the most normal I've ever seen a celebrity look. I mean sure it looks kind of sad, but that's also how most of my pictures look.
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