Don’t Panic!
My Infinite Improbability Drive just left me off at my doorstep in the form of a bottle of beer. It’s taken me a second to recover and establish full normality, so please pardon me if I’m not quite right in this post.
No, I will not expose you to Vogon poetry.
Just came home from seeing “The Hitchhiker’s guide to the Galaxy,” based on the book written by Douglas Adams. I enjoyed the movie; it was also nice to get away from the pressure of my house renovations for once.
If you have read the book, then you know what happens in the movie, but I won’t spoil it for those who haven’t taken the time to read the book.
For those of you that have read the book (but maybe haven’t read it for a long time — it’s been 30 years between the two points in time for me) and are planning to see the movie, you might understand this: I had a strange sense of déja vu while watching this movie, as if I knew what gag was coming next — and the gag would work and have me rolling in my seat.
Normally for me, this is a bad feeling; I hate knowing what’s about to happen. It’s why I rarely go to see a movie more than once. For Hitchhiker, however, I didn’t fully remember what was going to happen. As the flick went on, I knew implicitly what was going to happen, more than déja vu — and I was still rolling, although in the aisle.
It is a funny movie, and one that is definitely not for everyone (my wife would hate it). If you liked the book, see this movie — you won’t be let down.
That’s all for tonight. So long — and thanks for all the fish!
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