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galacticjourneyNecessity is the mother of invention. What is a review writer to do when all the literary science fiction material to review has dried up?
Why, it's time to head to the drive-in and sample the visual science fiction material!
Now, I'd been dreading this avenue because the Summer blockbuster line-up hasn't hit the silver screen yet, and all the schlock-houses are filled with, well, schlock. Like 12 to the Moon. Moreover, my daughter is away at camp, so I don't have my usual date for the movies.
Still, I have a duty to provide entertaining reading and listening material for my fans, now that you number over ten. It wouldn't do to take a week hiatus just because my queue is empty. So I scoured the listing in the local paper and found a cinema in Oceanside that still had The Wasp Woman (paired with another film, in which I had no interest) and resigned myself to a lonely, miserable evening with naught but Roger Corman and a bag of popcorn.
Imagine my surprise when my wife, who normally has an allergic aversion to sci-fi drek, offered to come along!
As it turns out, the movie was surpisingly decent (and very short--about an hour), and we never got to emulate our parked neighbors by engaging in a proper bout of necking. Here is what we got for our troubles:
(see the rest at Galactic Journey!)
Why, it's time to head to the drive-in and sample the visual science fiction material!
Now, I'd been dreading this avenue because the Summer blockbuster line-up hasn't hit the silver screen yet, and all the schlock-houses are filled with, well, schlock. Like 12 to the Moon. Moreover, my daughter is away at camp, so I don't have my usual date for the movies.
Still, I have a duty to provide entertaining reading and listening material for my fans, now that you number over ten. It wouldn't do to take a week hiatus just because my queue is empty. So I scoured the listing in the local paper and found a cinema in Oceanside that still had The Wasp Woman (paired with another film, in which I had no interest) and resigned myself to a lonely, miserable evening with naught but Roger Corman and a bag of popcorn.
Imagine my surprise when my wife, who normally has an allergic aversion to sci-fi drek, offered to come along!
As it turns out, the movie was surpisingly decent (and very short--about an hour), and we never got to emulate our parked neighbors by engaging in a proper bout of necking. Here is what we got for our troubles:
(see the rest at Galactic Journey!)
