This is the last week of vacation for my children. So far they have a pretty good attitude about it but I suspect that has far more to do with denial then any new found Zen enlightenment. What can't be denied is that the film, "Prometheus", was not very good. Expensive? Sure. Good pedigree? Absolutely. But, and it's a really big but, it failed to deliver. Part of the problem is that it's a prequel and prequels always start at a distinct disadvantage. Perhaps the best prequel ever was Tom Clancy's "Without Remorse" and I had to re-start it several times. It just kills the magic of the universe when you explain it away.
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The other part of the problem? It was two completely different movies. On the one hand it was an "Atlas Shrugged" style discussion of life, origins, and meaning. On the other hand it was a gory "Alien" movie. On all counts, it was a stiff, unemotional, highly predictable film that - in the spirit of every Dodge product built since I've been alive - looks great but quickly falls apart. I was reminded very much of Alien 3.
Fortunately that wasn't the extent of our day yesterday. It was the quintessential summer day with highs in the mid 80 and almost no humidity. We celebrated with an expedition on the boat and a kettlebell class. The movie was far more painful than the class.
If you think this blog post was plodding along somewhat randomly, you should skip "Prometheus". I said that already? You noticed? Definitely skip it.