Halrloprillalar (prillalar) wrote,
Halrloprillalar
prillalar

If ever a movie cried out for Toblerone!

Tonight we watched the original Ocean's Eleven, Rat Pack and all. My god, but that was boring. I thought it was going to be a caper flick, but it was mostly snappy patter, which I didn't always find so snappy. And then when they got to the actual caper, because they were knocking over 5 casinos at once, we saw the same scenes over and over. How many times do I need to see someone open an electrical box and look at the wiring? Or see two guys go stand at some slot machines for a second, then walk away?

Also I had trouble telling some of the 11 apart. We only stayed sane because every time Henry Silva came onscreen, we'd yell out, "Leave the Bronx!" and make cracks about "disinfestation".

I must say, though, the ending was brilliant.

In other news, I'm nearly caught up on LJ comments, far behind on email, and I spent the entire day on the couch, in my pajamas, writing on the laptop. I wrote about 2500 words on my Master&Wolf fic. So, I felt utterly lazy and utterly productive at the same time and I'm better rested than I was when I got up. My SG-1 and Jeremiah DVDs are still in their shrinkwrap. How's that for willpower?

After watching the Battlestar Galactica mini the other day, the Boy got all fired up to watch the remaining few eps of Galactica 1980. I taped these off Space a few years ago and was severely traumatized by the baseball episode. (Die, Starla, die!) But I sat down and we watched the second part of the Halloween episode.

Troy and Dylan drove their car off a pier in NYC and were soaking wet and being chased by the police. They hid out in a theatre where a truly sad musical review was taking place. They needed some dry clothes and for one heartstopping moment, I thought they were going to steal the big bear suits that were used for the previous number. I swear, if they had worn those, I would have written furry slash about them. Instead, they got into white tie and tails and bumbled through some choreography.

Bernie Hamilton was in this ep, playing an NYPD captain whose name was never mentioned, so I can only assume they wanted us to think that this was actually Captain Dobey. I kept hoping that Starsky and Hutch would show up and beat the living snot out of Troy (I rather like Dylan) but it was not to be.

Oh, and Dr Zee was his usual annoying self. Only two eps left. I hope he dies horribly and painfully. Also Troy.

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