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Through some bizarre belch in the space/time continuum, I was wide awake at 4:30 AM this morning. Energized by some unearthly motivating force, I got dressed and drove to the gym by 5 AM.
While doing a good 45 minutes on the elliptical trainer with my iPod blaring in my ears, I comfortably worked out in the gym's cardio cinema, the darkened room with projection-screened movies. The movie showing was War of the Worlds.
Now I've never watched this movie before and had no real desire to see it. It's even more surreal to watch without hearing the dialogue, although the attacking aliens did a great job blasting earthlings to dust to the beat of "Bop Til You Drop" by Rick Springfield (yeah, yeah... I know). I couldn't believe how many scenes there were of Tom Cruise diving, running and/or dodging in front of the blue screen and how many eerily-lit close-ups there were of Dakota Fanning. The poor girl was hoarse by the end of the film, I bet.
Not having paid any real attention to the plot of the movie, I came to the conclusion that the aliens were really after Dakota Fanning as she seemed to be the only one who recognized the signs that the aliens were coming. I knew she acted too old for her age. I bet she was secretly their queen.
Sadly (or not), my 45 minutes were up as the ferry boats were trying to escape as the aliens attacked, so I have no idea whether or not the aliens got their doe-eyed ruler back.
While doing a good 45 minutes on the elliptical trainer with my iPod blaring in my ears, I comfortably worked out in the gym's cardio cinema, the darkened room with projection-screened movies. The movie showing was War of the Worlds.
Now I've never watched this movie before and had no real desire to see it. It's even more surreal to watch without hearing the dialogue, although the attacking aliens did a great job blasting earthlings to dust to the beat of "Bop Til You Drop" by Rick Springfield (yeah, yeah... I know). I couldn't believe how many scenes there were of Tom Cruise diving, running and/or dodging in front of the blue screen and how many eerily-lit close-ups there were of Dakota Fanning. The poor girl was hoarse by the end of the film, I bet.
Not having paid any real attention to the plot of the movie, I came to the conclusion that the aliens were really after Dakota Fanning as she seemed to be the only one who recognized the signs that the aliens were coming. I knew she acted too old for her age. I bet she was secretly their queen.
Sadly (or not), my 45 minutes were up as the ferry boats were trying to escape as the aliens attacked, so I have no idea whether or not the aliens got their doe-eyed ruler back.
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Date: 2005-12-29 10:36 pm (UTC)*hurk*
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Date: 2005-12-30 05:06 am (UTC)Really.
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