Well I usually like to credit the authors but this is a board and video game adapted into real motion pictures. This seems to be happening everywhere — or the opposite. Avatar and Star Wars, for example, are now Disney rides. Disney is releasing soon, one of their most awful attractions, “The Haunted House.” I mean, maybe in 1960, people couldn’t feel the elevator lowering and “stretching” the house so it might have been impressive once, decades ago.
Anyway, this was a delightful adventure game and I got to play… oh wait a minute… I didn’t play anything. I watched. I ate some pizza. I kept looking at Chris Pine’s crotch to see if I could detect an outline of penis or balls. I couldn’t. Most of the less hairy men wear their shirts opened to just above their chest hairline, so as not to frighten sensitive women or jealous men.
But all in all, I kind of really liked it. I liked the characters. I liked their outsider status. None of them are particularly good at their respective jobs, including Chris Pine, whose job is to “come up with a plan,” and eventually comes up with 2 which he calls 4, because the first 2 have some stink on them.
But… I don’t know. I’m a little bit tired of the movies they keep giving us. It’s like getting a pair of sox for every birthday. Now that I’m 63. And 6’3″, I love sox. It just means I don’t have to go buy some. /but here’s a little secret.
My dad died at 67. and I’m 4 years from that. All men labor under the belief that they will not live as long as their fathers. My uncle died at 58. My grandfather (dad’s father) died at 62.