Thursday, January 6, 2011

Dr. Fucking Who

I was lucky enough, on Christmas no doubt, to catch the BBC America broadcast of Dr. Who: A Christmas Carol. This was, absolutely, the best present I received. This was my first taste of the new Dr., Matt Smith, since his replacement of the beloved David Tennant, and I must say he was better than I expected. It ran the usual Scrooge type gamut, with the Dr. playing each of the different Christmas ghosts and Michael Gambon, formerly Dumbledore, took on the role of the Scrooge character. It takes place on a strange planet where fish fly through the air and Scrooge controls the weather. It was the usual Dr. preventing impending doom scenario, albeit with a Dickensian twist, and it was wonderful. A great white attacking in a boy's bedroom, a banging hot blonde, and people frozen to pay off their debt. In the end, Scrooge learns his lesson and has one final day with his lady. Sadly, there were no Daleks or Cybermen, but a worthwhile story none the less. Watch it, it'll make you want to fire up your Tardis.

Better late than never

I've been slacking on my ranting, so I'll correct that now. I received an early Christmas present in DVD form. "What was this overwhelming masterpiece?", you say. Well it was the fantastic 1986 film, Rad. I had been looking for this film for years and my friend found it online, and I'm so glad she did. It's a cheaply made BMX film about the biggest race ever, on, get ready for it, Helltrack. Why this race is being held in Podunk, no one knows but they mistakenly let local hero Cru Jones enter and he kicks the shit out of the pros. Along the way he has to contend with industry folks trying to shut him down and a love interest, Lori Loughlin, with awesome feathered hair. Now, I figured that, having not seen this film in more than twenty years, it would suck royal balls, but I'm glad to say it, while cheesy, was every bit as enthralling as it was when I was a kid. Watch it, it'll make you want to dust off your Mongoose.