So I'm here recovering on H's couch flipping through channels on the TeeVee. I've got the laptop here on the table propped up in such a fashion so I can browse and watch the Box at the same time. Nyar! This is the true path to healing both the body and soul.
And I'll watch bad movies.
There was Logan's Run this morning. I actually stayed awake to watch that garbage. I can't be arsed to sit through Chicago, but I'll force my eyes open for Luddite post apocalyptic terror utopias. The really interesting thing about this movie is that it was released barely a year before Star Wars, but can you tell? In Star Wars, virtually everything is grubby and unkempt. People live and work in places that see wear and use, just like real people do. (Unless, of course, you work for the Empire directly, but that is a different proposition.) But for the people who live in the Alpha Complex that is Logan's city, one is hard pressed to find a dusty surface. And what does that have to do with anything? Nothing, nothing at all. It's the codeine talking.