Alien Threats, Otherworldly Or Domestic
I finally headed out for the Post Office and some lunch shortly before noon.
After running my errands, I chilled back at the house with something I'd randomly TiVo'd a few months back off cable, the sci-fi action flick Battle: Los Angeles, as I found myself just morbidly curious if it was a decent film or not. The opening of the film spent a good amount of time introducing me to a ton of people whose names I promptly forgot, then they started killing them in an alien invasion, so the first, say 20 minutes or so was fairly pointless for me personally. Actually, as far as the action goes, it was a decent flick, but there's no reason it should've been nearly two Christing hours long, that was kinda pushing it.
The wife came home during the movie, so she and I caught up a bit about her day thus far and plans for the afternoon, then she and the Yorkie retreated to the bedroom for some trash TV and a possible nap. This was for the best, as the wife has had a toe bothering her for a few days and is likely better served being off of it if at all possible.
I updated the blog in the afternoon, polishing up a couple posts for later publication, then spent my standard hour in the Library reading while listening to some jazz on the Pandora app.
When I surfaced from that I popped in The Addams Family for another episode, then the wife and Yorkie made their presence known, so we discussed evening plans, as the wife had a meeting to be at, but was willing to bring home some dinner afterward.
The Yorkie and I spent time on the couch, which was nice, as it's the Yorkie's birthday today and I hadn't really had a chance to chill with her. We watched a little something off the To-Watch Pile, a MGM double feature that started with Strange Invaders. The movie was nothing really noteworthy aside from co-starring Nancy Allen and having some decent effects. The upshot is that aliens invade a small town and spend 25 years studying the human race, all of which comes to a head in the mid-'80s and involves a professor's young daughter. It was okay, but nothing all that enthralling to be perfectly honest.
I enjoyed a martini while watching the movie, then made myself a second drink before flipping the disc for Tobe Hooper's Invaders From Mars, which proved to be a little more engaging than the previous film, at least it was once the wife returned and we could compare impressions as things happened onscreen. we ate and chilled with the movie, then wrapped the evening with last night's episode of The Soup.
I put the wife and Yorkie to bed, then decided to break out the Rambo Blu-ray set, as there's a certain podcast set to cover at least the first film in the series. I re-watched First Blood for the first time in at least a decade or more, and I have to say that it hold up amazingly well, being filled as it is with tons of quotable lines and some great action bits. I was also surprised to notice that the asshole deputy Galt was played by a guy named Jack Starrett, who actually directed a couple Blaxploitation films back in the day: Slaughter and Cleopatra Jones. Who knew?
I made a final cocktail and popped in the next disc, giving Rambo: First Blood Part II a look for what I imagine to be the 3rd time in my life, and I was struck by the notion that it was possibly the first film that I saw in the series, similar to the Phantasm franchise, where I somehow managed to come across the second film first, likely on regular network television. The second outing is a decently nostalgic timewaster (for me, anyway), but it's nothing all that special and certainly edges closer to the rah-rah, America, Fuck Yeah! attitude that we get to in the later films.
I decided to save the last two films for possible viewing tomorrow afternoon, as the hour was growing ridiculously late.
I finally called it a night around 2:30 in the damned morning and moved into the Office to get this post started.
Be seeing you.