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Saturday, May 29, 2004
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The Day After Tomorrow (Monday?)

Another fine Saturday evening was visited upon me thanks to gas in my mother's car and company of the highest caliber. Odd stores in the mall and amusing radio shows aside, the crux of my post is a review of the movie "The Day After Tomorrow." Be forewarned, this will include some spoilers, so if you haven't seen the movie and want to be surprised, then I suggest you read this and then go watch something else...

This was by far, the most tree-hugging, dolphin-riding movie I have ever seen in my entire life. It seriously made me want to run outside and start making as many Chloroflourocarbons as possible. The movie's intended goal of making you hate Republicans and all that they stand for aside, the special effects of the weather are rather spectacular. These are also what makes the movie so amusing in spite of what the creators were hoping for. (Run from the killer frost!) A climate shift of the most catastrophic proportions results in a new ice age and the subsequent fleeing of millions of Americans to Mexico. Many are forced to cross the Rio Grande illegally and become reverse wetbacks. Meanwhile, storm surges send tornadoes into LA, tidal waves into New York, and generally cause a bunch of mayhem for all those dorks that live in major urban areas. Abandoning hope of a decent flick only a few minutes into the film, we "Mystery Science Theatre'd" a good portion of the movie and it was quite enjoyable. If you don't take someone with a decent sense of humor with you on this one, you're lost, and doomed to watching a two hour long MoveOn.org show.

The vice president, who bared a striking resemblance to Dick Cheney was sworn in on the death of the President (who you don't get to see very much, but bears a striking resemblance in character to what liberals portray Bush as.) At the end of the movie, he's bearing his soul to the nation on television about how wrong he was regarding pollution, and they all but ended it with the trademark black screen and "MoveOn.org." You could hear the applause of flippers and echoes of dolphin cheering all around the theatre, and then they walked out to their electric cars and drove home to make more hemp clothing.

This movie certainly gets Two Flippers Up.

Jeff C.


 
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