Okay, I admit it: I am a sucker for these summer movies. A coworker was telling me sometime last week that he was disturbed deeply when he realized how targeted McDonald’s happy meals were to his niece (she’s 6 or 7), so he would attempt to engage her in conversation that would prove enlightening:
“You know, they just want your money, right?” She needed help cleaning her room. She offered him 50 dollars to help. The weight of money apparently comes late. So it with begrudging admittance I concur to having been sold The Day the Earth Stood Still.
It was a confluence of two things that made me add it to my Netflix queue: 1) some blog mentioned something along the lines of: ‘Once people stop comparing this to the original, they’ll still be talking about it!’ It’s with an eye-opening accord I realize this blog poseses a kin perpicacity to my own (or else I’m in trouble) and 2) a commercial prior to some other ill conceived Netflix rental I haven’t written about yet where Eugene’s ears perked up with a “what’s that and why haven’t I heard about it?” Unfortunately, I did not read the second half of his expression properly.
