the title alone put me off ever watching it, I assumed it was just a star trek/stargate kind of film.
its a great film! I might download it to watch tonight, see if I can find a copy with director commentary. His commentary to the original cut version of robocop is fascinating.the title alone put me off ever watching it, I assumed it was just a star trek/stargate kind of film.
A more interesting question to my mind is whether the *book* was also satire ...
... or at least some sort of wind-up.
The book is very, very different. And not satire. The film is just one chapter of the book.
heinlens worth it for the journey but Moon is A Harsh Mistress is the better book. No doubt that he can write but then so can orson scott card and he's another one whose dodgy as fuck in many regards
heinlens worth it for the journey but Moon is A Harsh Mistress is the better book. No doubt that he can write but then so can orson scott card and he's another one whose dodgy as fuck in many regards
heinlens worth it for the journey but Moon is A Harsh Mistress is the better book. No doubt that he can write but then so can orson scott card and he's another one whose dodgy as fuck in many regards
with Orson 'marked' Cards its more his rampant homophobiaINCEST - incest everywhere
Its amazing, seriously.
edit: Actually its a bit disturbing looking back, you know how Verhoeven basically predicted modern life and corporate shitness back with Robocop? Well he did the same with Starship Troopers and modern jingoism and military fetishism. Guys a fucking seer.
All Heinlein is worth reading. The man was one of the greatest storytellers of all time, even if he was dodgy and weird as fuck.Is it worth reading?
I have spent too much of my life opening doors for cats. I once calculated that, since the dawn of civilization, nine hundred and seventy-eight man-centuries have been used up that way. I could show you figures.
Pete usually used his own door except when he could bully me into opening a people door for him, which he preferred. But he would not use his door when there was snow on the ground.
While still a kitten, all fluff and buzzes, Pete had worked out a simple philosophy. I was in charge of quarters, rations, and weather; he was in charge of everything else. But he held me especially responsible for weather. Connecticut winters are good only for Christmas cards; regularly that winter Pete would check his own door, refuse to go out it because of that unpleasant white stuff beyond it (he was no fool), then badger me to open a people door.
He had a fixed conviction that at least one of them must lead into summer weather. Each time this meant that I had to go around with him to each of eleven doors, held it open while he satisfied himself that it was winter out that way, too, then go on to the next door, while his criticisms of my mismanagement grew more bitter with each disappointment.
Then he would stay indoors until hydraulic pressure utterly forced him outside. When he returned the ice in his pads would sound like little clogs on the wooden floor and he would glare at me and refuse to purr until he had chewed it all out... whereupon he would forgive me until the next time.
But he never gave up his search for the Door into Summer.
Is that your only demand?INCEST - incest everywhere