So, we saw Tamala 2010: A Punk Cat In Space last night. Capsule review: "2001" meets "Hello Kitty" meets The Crying of Lot 49, but not in a good way.
Got me thinking, though, that I'm glad Aeon Flux never really made it to full length. Tamala's got enough cute/funny/weird stuff in it that, taken 5 minutes at a time, it might actually be good. But two hours? Hard to sit through. By the end you are well and thoroughly convinced that all your base are, indeed, belong to her.
Soundtrack kicks ass, though. Especially the picnic song at the end which implores you, in phonetic English, to bring "lots of beer, chicken and snacks."
Best line of the night came when I was driving Valerie home:
Valerie: What the hell was that all about?
Me: Well, it was an allegory about the innocence of a young generation living under the legacy of Hiroshima in a modern information society.
Valerie: Well, YEAH, there's THAT, but what ELSE?