I just watched "Voyage of The Rock Aliens; Let's Dance Tonight." It's a little nightmare of an 80s film starring Bruno Mars as Michael Jackson and Rachel Ray as Pia Zadora (wearing a silver miniskirt over baggy white pants...as you do). I think Prince, Morris Day and Bootsy Collins all have cameos. Maybe Cameo is in there, too. Imagine "Fame," "Xanadu," the Bee Gees' "Sgt Pepper," "City Limits," and "Sad Max" all rolled into one poorly produced dirt bike musical, filmed in Cambodia (I guess). The camera work was done by those dudes that did the horrible trippy skate rat movies back in the day. The screenplay was written by a mentally challenged dust bunny with a taste for Kirkland brand bourbon and masochisitic leaning. It's about as sensitive as "Meatballs." Oh, and it is narrated by a bored sarcastic robot. This thing makes the Star Wars Life Day Special look like "The Godfather II." Do yourself a favor. Enter an altered state and watch as much as you can. It kind of puts the 21st century into perspective. It is on Amazon Prime for free.
Oh, hell. At least Lynch didn't have Laura and Donna dancing clumsily in front of Creeper James again. I liked it.
Kill Bill. I don’t get the Tarantino nut swinging. I didn’t drive to it otherwise that would’ve the first movie I walked out of.
Damn, I liked Plan 9. My uncle said the guy who took over Lugosi's role in the movie was his dentist. I did walk out of Dick Tracy, and thought about it during Blair Witch.