Predator Press Movie-Middle Reviews: Avatar

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Everything probably would have been fine if not for the Nader guy.

All through the line at the box office, that guy just went on and on about Ralph Nader. ‘Ralph Nader supports this,’ and ‘Ralph Nader opposes that.’

-And from the way his date feigned enthusiasm, I’m pretty sure she was ready to smack him too. She kept kissing the guy just to shut him up.

“Oh please,” I muttered as my ticket is bein torn. “Ralph Nader is a fucking populist. Voting for him is just throwin your vote away.”

We crossed the heavy double-doors into the darkened theater in the same small group. And as the ambient sounds diminished -as the room is designed to do- I distinctly heard the Nader guy whisper, “That guy is an asshole.”

“You’re an asshole,” I rasp quietly. “And a naïve asshole. America is a two-party system. Period. Now go fritter away the attention of some other country with your Lawn Party or whatever.”

“Fuck you hippie.”

“Nader tot!” I shrieked.

-The ‘shhhhhh!’s came from multiple directions, and almost on instict we scatter for seats.

Some previews started … but I got distracted tryin to figure out with more precision where Nader guy was sitting. He was about six rows up, and slightly to my left. Oh man, I’m thinking. Just let your stupid cellephone ring or something, and I’ll haul your stupid Communist ass right out of this stupid fucking movie and-

By the time Avatar started, I had completely lost my 3-D glasses.

Fuck.


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Twenty minutes in, I had a splitting headache. So rather than watch the excruciating blurry images, I began to stare at the back of Nader guy’s stupid fucking head. He was an older guy, with well-manicured and gelled stupid hair, shaved just above his stupid collar. Pastel shirt -a stupid Polo shirt if I remember correctly.

After about an hour and a half, I began to relax a little and watch the movie.

Man the Smurfs in Avatar are fucking huge. Didn’t the guy who wrote this tripe do any research at all? I happen to know Smurfs are roughly three apples tall. Apples are, like, four inches or so right? These fucking things were at least five or six feet tall. Well that’s just plain lazy.

Lookit that stupid asshole with his stupid Nader hair warmin his stupid Nader thoughts.

I’m guessing the main Smurf in this story is Jokey Smurf, because everything is constantly blowing up. Jokey and Smurfette have some bizarre obsession over letting this poor crippled guy sleep, yadda yadda, more stuff blows up. They are probably alien Smurfs if you think about it.  You know, made gigantic by bein exposed to gamma rays and stuff.  Still, advanced civilization or no, Smurfette is the only female of all the Smurfs if I remember correctly … and it’s depressing me that she has all this free time. Maybe she’s a lesbian.  Now that I think of it, I don't think these guys even have any genetalia.  Nope.  I don’t remember seeing any ‘Predators,’ either, but Sigourney Weaver goes on and on and on about how to be nice to the aliens.  The humans -having finally found a long-sought alien species to have wars with- will have none of that 'peace' and 'love' hippie shit, and it's on bitches!  The humans finally shoot Sigourney to get her to shut the fuck up. Ironic.

How dare that Nader prick call me a hippie? I find myself thinking, starin at the back of Nader guy's stupid evil noggin in the pale bluish flashing lights.

All the Smurfs apparently live in this giant tree. Maybe that’s where the abnormally-large apples come in -like a crazy behemoth tree planted by Johnny Mnemonic-Appleseed or something. I don’t know for sure, because it was right about then I slammed my $15 tanker truck-sized Coca-Cola right into the back of the Nader guy’s fat, stupid, ugly head. It was spectacular.

“Nader is an Environmentalist!” I cried in exhilaration. “Save the environment?  The environment is trying to kill us all the time! Is he stupid?”

If you factor in the ticket, food, parking, and bail, I spent about $500 that night. You would think I would be left to enjoy the movie, right? But immediately after the Coca-Cola thing, there was ushers and lights, an ambulance and cops -virtually anything you could dream up that would make it impossible to follow a movie plot.

Still, Avatar‘s movie-middle garnered a healthy eighteen thumbs up. Despite the wanton Smurf inaccuracy -borderlining on outright historical butchery- when that Coke smacked the back of Nader guy’s head that shit exploded everywhere. People all over the theater were taking off their 3-D glasses and freaking out for a second.

Some applauded.

See that Ralph Nader?

Fuck you.

Spectacle

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On the subject of protests at funerals, I think there’s a bastardization of the First Amendment afoot.

So here’s a lil First Amendment quiz:

1) True or False: Anointed with Constitutional “Freedom of Speech,” I am entitled to push the college lecturer aside to elaborate on my own beliefs to the classroom.
 

2) True or False: The First Amendment ensures that I can interrupt a crowded movie premier; the theater lights should come on immediately at my request that I may offer an impassioned speech reflecting social woes.

If you answered "True" to either scenario, you’re either delusional, a complete asshole, or a health mix of both.

-But if you feel reasonable outrage at the idea of someone intruding on something you paid for, why should a funeral be exempt?

The 2010 Case Against Darwin

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Bishop Eddie Long: 25,000 parish members of “New Birth” can’t be wrong, can they?

Jimi Heselden: This was either a murder, or Heselden is the nerd’s answer to James Dean.

All the crime scene investigators found near the melting custom Segway -all chrome and painted with skulls and bones- was a half-empty pitcher of rapidly-melting daiquiri, an empty sleeve of temporary tattoos, a smoldering WWI helmet with an iron cross on top, and a pair of scorched New Balance tennis shoes.

-I wonder how the Hoveround guy is gonna top that.

John Doe: This story is only a few paragraphs long -too short to preface- but far and away my favorite. This poor bastard is such a loser, even God couldn’t put him out of his misery.

Intelligent Life on Earth Found

"Don't get too excited" scientists warn, citing statistical improbability of finding more.

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I'm Going to Need a Lot of Apples, Stat

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“Now class,” says the teacher. “Can anyone answer the question on the board?”

After an awkward silence, only I raised my hand.

“No,” I replied.

Internet Swag

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Predator Press Reviews Movies We Never Saw That Probably Weren’t All That Great Anyway: Driving Miss Daisy

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Look. Once a movie gets a certain age, if you haven’t seen it yet, you probably aren’t going to, right?

Concluding that just because we’ve never seen a particular movie don’t mean Predator Press readers should be deprived of us lecturing extensively about it, we have decided to start a series called “Predator Press Reviews Movies We Never Saw That Probably Weren’t Really That Great Anyway.”

-You are reading sort of a “test balloon.” A pilot, if you will.

Anywho, we‘re starting with Driving Miss Daisy. At first blush I hate every last image I can find on google. O holy Christ I can only imagine the Snooze-O-Meter score for these movie posters: I picture piles of potential movie-goers sleeping right smack under the box office -like the second those retinas process the image into the cerebral cortex, pow, they just drop like they hit a bug zapper.

Danny Glover appears to have slimmed down about 15 pounds or so for this movie, and apparently he’s spun off his Lethal Weapon character. My guess is maybe Murtaugh -finally fed up with Riggs’ antics- retires to be a cop [I'm guessing cop because of that cap] in some small town they couldn’t pay Mel Gibson enough to shoot a movie in. You know what? This movie is really fucking old, too -pre-CGI, 8-track tapes and textiles. Mel might not have even been born yet.

Unfortunately this town isn’t the “easygoing and relaxed” place Murtaugh was expecting, and soon he must arrest criminal mastermind and textile entrepreneur Daisy Werthan -who has been engaged in a lot of evil shit. Like a textile mafia or something.

But on the way to take her to prison, Murtaugh discovers Daisy is innocent -you know, the misunderstood hero with a heart of gold? Then Daisy rescues Muztaugh -her captor- during a seemingly-unrelated shootout featuring John Travolta.

Then there’s probably a good fifty minutes of soppy bullshit as Daisy and Mertaugh struggle against the titanic ebb of romantic tension developing between the two, hilarity ensues, yadda-yadda. But I’ll bet the freaky-wild sex scenes probably come in way too late to salvage this movie at all frankly. Then one of 'em probably dies, tragedy, tragedy, yadda-yadda-yadda ... and we get another fifty minutes of more soppy crap.

-I mean it won four Oscars and had fourteen additional nominations, so the sex scenes must have some redeeming qualities. But who besides Renal Failure wants to see Jessica Tandy naked that badly? That bony, pasty, wrinkled glazed butt, spanked pink, slammin up and down on ...

-Ah Christ. I think I'm havin an aneurism!

We here at Predator Press give Driving Miss Daisy a solid eighteen thumbs up because you can't go wrong when you mix prison, porn, and Dan Aykroyd.

We dinged it minus four Cannes Film Festival appearances for aneurism-related trauma, but this was all offset when we added ten bonus John Travolta Emmys, and an additional Golden Globe for every minute they splice in Lethal Weapon footage.