Captive Audience

This blog will not become a Dune fan blog. Not even a rarely updated Dune fan blog.

I kind of want it to become that, though. Anyway.

Happy New Year, Internet!!! I’m back, and the excuses fall away like the layers of insulation I have built around myself in preparation for the Chicago cold. I miss good chocolate and decent breakfasts already.

But enough of that. Travelling from the US to Ireland involves being on a plane for a fairly long time. I have this weakness, while on planes:  I watch terrible films. My own internal logic dictates that when stuck in a seat on a plane with nowhere else to go, I am allowed to give more time to films that I would otherwise ignore. This isn’t just something I’ve pulled out of the ether; I’ve learned the hard way. I once sat through Catch and Release, laughing several times. I was even moved, at one point. Admittedly, I may or may not have had a man crush on Kevin Smith at the time.

So, I watched two films that I otherwise would ignore: Transformers 3 and Cowboys and Aliens. I hated the first Transformers film with a passion. I’m that rare brand of weirdo who had something invested in the Transformers fiction. I actually felt betrayed by Michael Bay’s monstrosity. I’ve ignored the series so far but I decided to give it a shot.

Yeah. That’s a whole other blog post.

Cowboys and Aliens then, that deserves a post too, though it won’t be as furious as the Transformers 3 post. Ultimately, it was crap. Disappointing really. I was genuinely hoping that the negative reaction might have been a bit harsh. It wasn’t. Cowboys and Aliens isn’t good.

Interestingly, I seem to have shed my airplane-based ability to endure bad films for now. Then again, maybe I wouldn’t have gotten to the end of Cowboys and Aliens in my room at home. I am genuinely concerned. I need to get a tablet so I can watch ripped versions of David Lynch’s Dune on long flights.