Thursday, February 24, 2011

Alien Ab-suck-tion — by Aaron


Exactly three months ago today I saw a movie and made a promise. The movie was Skyline. The promise was to write a review. Being a man of my word, albeit one who fulfills promises at a glacial pace, I hereby present my thoughts on what is possibly the shittiest, most overtly referential sci-fi movie in the last 10 years, maybe more – my memory is both poor and short.

Of course, a good reviewer shouldn't ruin the movie for those who haven't seen it by detailing the plot, but in this case there's no way around it. Or more accurately, it's impossible to describe this abomination without referencing the multiple sources from which it has been awkwardly cobbled together. Plus, with a movie this bad, the only redeeming factor is the meagre joy one can glean from trashing it after the fact. Ergo, trash I shall.

[Beware! Spoilers follow!]
The story begins with a party in an upscale condo attended by rich, good-looking twenty-somethings (like in Cloverfield) who soon discover there are spaceships outside which turn you into a zombie if you stare at their lights, making gross veins pop out all over your body and your eyes go white (like Frodo when he gets stabbed by the Witch King in Fellowship of the Ring). After blowing up a bunch of shit, the aliens finally reveal their ships hovering over a burnt-out L.A. (like in District 9) and release giant monsters to wreak havoc (like in Godzilla or pretty much 95% of sci-fi movies ever made), while a band of our partygoers struggle to outwit the behemoths and survive (like in Jurassic Park).

Of course, a couple of them get spectacularly smushed or eaten (and the characters are so annoying you're actually glad it happens), at which point the remnants are then pursued through their building by baddies (like in Signs) and then out onto the rooftop (like every crappy superhero flick you've ever seen). All the while, of course, the U.S. Army is battling the aliens (like in Independence Day) while it starts to look more and more like the City of Angels might end up as a skid mark on California's undies (like in 2012).

At this point, my memory gets a bit foggy, but I think the lead actor fights one of the aliens with a big gun (like in Starship Troopers). Alas, this is of no avail, and he and the heroine get sucked up into the mothership, the inside of which is gooey with eggs and larvae (like in Alien. Or was that Aliens?). The aliens are feeding on human energy (like in The Matrix) and end up putting the guy's brain into one of their monsters, but he overpowers it and ends up being an alien with a human mind (like in Avatar). And thus it ends: he's now an alien, she's still a human, both in a spaceship headed for god knows where. Oh, and I think the chick ends up pregnant, although that might have been something I read on the bathroom wall when I left to take a whiz halfway through.

So that's the skinny on this rancid, Frankenstein's monster of a movie. You're welcome for saving you a precious 1.5 hours of your life, plus the eye-strain and price of admission [Edit: Or maybe only the rental fee, by now]. The next sci-fi blockbuster I plan to see? Battle: Los Angeles. The premise? The U.S army takes on alien intruders attacking Los Angeles.

Who's with me??

Guilty Secrets From a Nickelback Fan


Greetings! If hope is still springing for any of you, leading you to check in here occasionally...

Well, first, god bless you. And second, here is your reward: a new guest post for the Guilty Pleasures column. Many thanks to my anonymous contributor, who in my opinion is needlessly guilty about this one. So let's prove him/her wrong, people! Where are the rest of you Nickelheads out there, or Wooden Nickels, or whatever the heck it says on your bumper stickers? Or perhaps it's the Petshop Boys who haunt your dreams?

Friends who have made the mistake of accepting a ride from me during the Boom 97.3 Friday and Saturday disco show know my aural preferences all too well, but I fly my Funkytown flag high and proud. So who's with me? Got a Guilty Musical Pleasure to share?

While I await the flood of your responses, please enjoy this offering from "X":
My name is X, and Nickelback is my secret guilty pleasure. Yes, I know there are radio stations out there that pride themselves on being "Nickelback-free." Some even use it as a marketing device! But I love the bad boys of Hanna, Alberta. I'm well beyond jailbait age, so I'm probably not their target market. But their songs just make me want to dance on the bar, line up those shots of tequila and dive on in! And I'm not the only one. Remember all those Japanese girls singing along at the Vancouver Olympics closing ceremonies? Am I right? They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Case in point: Theory of a Deadman's "Bad Girlfriend." Sure sounds like Chad... If there's a Wii Rock Band version of "Burn It to the Ground," I think I need it. Where was I when the call went out for lip-synchers on the "Rockstar" video? Sure, they got Wayne Gretzky, but does he really mean it? O.K., so if it's me up dancing on the bar it probably should have guard-rails… and I should wear a mask… These five words in my head scream "Are we havin' fun yet?"