Good morning, gentle readers, and welcome to February 15th, 2024!
So ... dare I ask? How was your Valentines' Day? I know, I know, I know. Not everybody is in a ... erm ... relationship, as they say ... so perhaps it's inappropriate to ask such a -- cough cough -- pointed question. Honestly, I mean no insult whatsoever. I'm simply doing as I do each and every morning and attempting to make blog-based conversation with the readership. Even those who aren't in a relationship did something on Valentines' Day, am I right? Watch TV? Walk the mall? Read a book? It's OK to hear about whatever they did as well as those who partook of the dating scene, and I do what I can to practice inclusivity on all fronts here at SciFiHistory.Net. (Well, except for Matt Damon, that is ... not a fan, Matty ...)
So ... how was your Valentines' Day? Me. It was relaxing. I didn't have any major activity on the agenda anyway as the wifey and I have something pretty spiffy scheduled for tonight. So last night was reasonably quiet at our house, and we were perfectly OK with that. But to each of you out there in cyberspace I do hope you did something grand on the day.
So ... dare I ask? How was your Valentines' Day? I know, I know, I know. Not everybody is in a ... erm ... relationship, as they say ... so perhaps it's inappropriate to ask such a -- cough cough -- pointed question. Honestly, I mean no insult whatsoever. I'm simply doing as I do each and every morning and attempting to make blog-based conversation with the readership. Even those who aren't in a relationship did something on Valentines' Day, am I right? Watch TV? Walk the mall? Read a book? It's OK to hear about whatever they did as well as those who partook of the dating scene, and I do what I can to practice inclusivity on all fronts here at SciFiHistory.Net. (Well, except for Matt Damon, that is ... not a fan, Matty ...)
So ... how was your Valentines' Day? Me. It was relaxing. I didn't have any major activity on the agenda anyway as the wifey and I have something pretty spiffy scheduled for tonight. So last night was reasonably quiet at our house, and we were perfectly OK with that. But to each of you out there in cyberspace I do hope you did something grand on the day.
I'm occasionally dragged through the mud for pointing out that -- ahem -- Science Fiction and Fantasy has produced a fair number of dogs over the years. I've often observed that -- the gentle soul in me -- refuses to believe that bad films start out being bad at the inception; and -- somewhere along the way -- any number of projects just veer off the rails, never quite metastasizing toward greatness the way they should.
So ... 1980's Saturn 3 is a particular fetid piece of cinematic stinkery. While it does boast an occasional interesting idea here and there -- along with some imaginative production work, props, and the like -- it still remains a film that curiously feels out of touch with the world and the people it proposed. Kirk Douglas? In space? Well, producers balanced that out by casting one of the world's most beautiful souls ever -- Farrah Fawcett. But a mechanical monster, Harvey Keitel, and a somewhat sexually suggestive hulking robot? Well ...
No, no, and no. This isn't one I saw on the silver screen. I probably could have, despite being a few years shy, but it really had no interest for me. I did see it on home video a few years later; and I wasn't all that impressed by it. I did catch in on cable not all that long ago, and maybe -- maybe -- I'll try to do so again for the purposes of penning a review on it for the site. Though I'm not sure I'd have much positive to say about it, maybe I can muster a few attaboys now that I'm in my ripe old age.
So ... 1980's Saturn 3 is a particular fetid piece of cinematic stinkery. While it does boast an occasional interesting idea here and there -- along with some imaginative production work, props, and the like -- it still remains a film that curiously feels out of touch with the world and the people it proposed. Kirk Douglas? In space? Well, producers balanced that out by casting one of the world's most beautiful souls ever -- Farrah Fawcett. But a mechanical monster, Harvey Keitel, and a somewhat sexually suggestive hulking robot? Well ...
No, no, and no. This isn't one I saw on the silver screen. I probably could have, despite being a few years shy, but it really had no interest for me. I did see it on home video a few years later; and I wasn't all that impressed by it. I did catch in on cable not all that long ago, and maybe -- maybe -- I'll try to do so again for the purposes of penning a review on it for the site. Though I'm not sure I'd have much positive to say about it, maybe I can muster a few attaboys now that I'm in my ripe old age.
Back in the site's earliest days, I did have a couple of -- sigh -- "insufferable asshats" who rather routinely spent their free time reaching out to me via email with the sole purpose of trying to drag me through the mud for my prose. There was this one guy who'd pop up with a laundry list of anniversaries I hadn't yet gotten around to highlighting; while such constructive feedback is always welcomed, it was pretty clear that this guy was everything BUT constructive. There was this other guy who -- believe it or not -- always took issue with me pointing out that some talent is just downright lovely, attractive, or sexy. Erm, apparently this guy operated from the false belief that actors and actresses are cast only for their talent and never because their good looks might actually serve a project well; and he thought it was inappropriate to point out that souls like -- say, today's birthday gal Jane Seymour -- was a vision of beauty like no one else.
My point? Well, I've yet to meet a woman who was offended by pointing out she was dressed nice or looked nice or anything else in the same vein. Mind you: I'm not hitting on them. I'm simply complimenting them. So ... Jane, if you're out there, reading this, and offending? My apology. And that's sincere. I'll still think you're lovely, and I'm happy to point out the fricking obvious to my readership. But I do apologize, nonetheless.
Seymour brought her talent to the world of the original Battlestar Galactica, albeit briefly, as the character of Serena met a dark fate at the hands of those dastardly Cylons. Still, it was fabulous to have her as part of that universe while she lasted.
Happy Birthday, Ms. Seymour!
My point? Well, I've yet to meet a woman who was offended by pointing out she was dressed nice or looked nice or anything else in the same vein. Mind you: I'm not hitting on them. I'm simply complimenting them. So ... Jane, if you're out there, reading this, and offending? My apology. And that's sincere. I'll still think you're lovely, and I'm happy to point out the fricking obvious to my readership. But I do apologize, nonetheless.
Seymour brought her talent to the world of the original Battlestar Galactica, albeit briefly, as the character of Serena met a dark fate at the hands of those dastardly Cylons. Still, it was fabulous to have her as part of that universe while she lasted.
Happy Birthday, Ms. Seymour!
And, yes, this is the point wherein I inform you that there's more -- a great deal more -- over on the Daily Citation Page for February 15th. You're encouraged to head on over there and check it out. The link? Why ... it's right here, silly ...
As always, thanks to each and every one of you for reading ... thanks for sharing ... thanks for being a fan ... and live long and prosper!
-- EZ
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