This week we talked about my tiny shorts, Lad’s butt surgery (seriously), and Dave’s love of adjacent-bathroom-stall groping.
We also watched DNA, a 1997 sci fi movie written and directed by effects artists. So you can pretty much guess into which basket this film’s eggs have gone.
Both the writer and director have some very impressive imdb credits … for visual effects. It’s not a good movie, not by any stretch of the imagination, but it was fun in the way all those 90’s action scifi movies were in the wake of the 80s action films that had gone before, and more recently the CGI powerhouses like Jurassic Park.
Anyway, palm trees easily made up more than 30% of the film. Here are some:
Here is Jurgen Prochnow trying to formulate the perfect mixture of Aliens, Predator, Jurassic Park, and Temple of Doom.
Here’s what I can only imagine was a nod to Lad’s upcoming surgery:
More palm trees:
Male butts (you know a movie is culturally sensitive and gender aware when all the nudity is male) :
As they are excavating the monster to revive with with beetle DNA, the Jurgen explains that its skeleton is made of chitin. For the record, that’s the same stuff your fingernails are made out of. It would not be a good choice for the structure that supports all your various tissues and fluids and gross parts.
Anyway, here come the heroes three — the kid,
the CIA lady (you know she’s CIA because her luggage says so),
and the doctor:
Here’s the alien thing:
Here’s a movie destroying several acres of perfectly good rain forest:
Finally, here are some more palm trees:
Once you’ve enjoyed the podcast, grab hold of your no doubt illegally obtained copy of DNA, and listen to us watch the movie in real time via our audio commentary track! As always, instructions for syncing are included.
After you’ve enjoyed that, go and do something productive and send us an email. I’d like to spend part of the podcast reading viewer mail, but for that we need viewer mail. Well, for that matter, we need viewers. Anyway, if you’re listening and you write us an email, I promise I will read on air whatever you write. After you’re finished with all that, go play outside, maybe.