The wife and I are watching Infinite tonight on Paramount+.
First off, Mark Wahlberg, I’m a fan. I have enjoyed him in everything I’ve ever seen him in except for Pain and Gain (just a bad movie all around) and the M. Night Shyamalan movie The Happening, which I couldn’t finish. Not a comment on Wahlberg; it’s just probably Shyamalan’s worst movie.
A sci-fi, action adaption that examines the concept of reincarnation through remarkable visuals and well-established characters who need to use their memories and past learnt skills to ensure the future is protected from Infinites that seek to end all life on the planet.
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I’m about thirty minutes in, and I’m getting a heavy Matrix/Wanted feel with a dash of Highlander.
Wahlberg plays Evan McCauley (IMDB has the last name as Michaels), and he’s immortal-ish. This is more immortal by way of reincarnation, retaining all former knowledge and skills. But it seems he needs a jumpstart.
He’s in a war, caught between two factions of immortals, and he’s apparently on the losing side.
One side The Believers want to protect humanity. The other side wants to end the world.
A tale as old as, well, a lot of sci-fi movie plots.
This all takes me back to Highlander. Not just the movie (or movies, I’ll suffer through the bad ones), but the series.
I loved the first movie, but the series with Adrian Paul was an absolute favorite of mine.
The first season was slow for me, but then came Joe Dawson.
The addition of Dawson and The Watchers added so much to the mythos of Highlander. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and I believe they ended Highlander: The Series on a good note.
I would love to see it rebooted, but I’m going to need Jim Byrnes back; to keep an eye on things.
Infinite was good. I’ll probably watch it again. I would rather see the storyline fleshed out in a series rather than one film. All in all, 7 out of 10 stars.
It was a bit rushed but still a good time for action fans, I think.
I didn’t know there was a short story that it was based on until this morning. The short story is Eight O’Clock in the Morning by Ray Nelson.
I liked the short story [spend] nearly as much as I like the movie.
Both the movie and the story have [consume] certain parallels to what is going on right now. How much of your thought is controlled by the talking heads on TV and what the media pushes through your phone?
Before I start, this isn’t a religious post or a post about freedom and liberty.
No. This is about a journey and the things that happened along the way. A journey to get to a place we were at the whole time.
Several decades ago, a writing team came up with an idea for a comedy/SciFi show for British television. I don’t know all the particulars but the first thing I saw was this.
This is an SOS distress call from the mining ship Red Dwarf. The crew are dead, killed by a radiation leak. The only survivors are Dave Lister, who was in suspended animation during the disaster, and his pregnant cat, who was safely sealed in the hold. Revived three million years later, Lister’s only companions are a life form who evolved from his cat, and Arnold Rimmer, a hologram simulation of one of the dead crew. I am Holly, the ship’s computer, with an IQ of 6000, the same IQ as 6000 PE teachers.”
The wife and I had moved to a new apartment on a Saturday. No cable until the following Monday. So I rigged up a make shift antenna on the TV (tube TV, that’s how far back the story goes) and all we could get was PBS.
And that was okay. Back then, PBS had some fairly entertaining stuff on Saturday nights.
The first thing that came up was Red Dwarf.
Every Saturday night we got to catch an episode or two. Right from the first episode.
And we were hooked.
The next three times we moved the series would start over again. It was like a good luck charm. And we would watch it all over, again.
Then we moved to our house here and it wasn’t on PBS anymore. So that Saturday morning we went out looking for the DVDs and found them.
And that first Saturday night we watched the first series.
It’s a tradition for our home. A weird one, maybe. But it’s ours.
Now we’ve passed that on to our daughter and son.
We’ve been to The End and The Beginning. We’ve been Tongue Tied and Backwards. We’ve encountered everything from Despair Squids to Pleasure Gelfs.
Don’t even get us started on Polymorphs.
We’ve seen the Boys from the Dwarf get into and out of all kinds of scrapes. We’ve seen them become hero’s and be the villains.
It’s a great ride.
And then we come to The Promised Land.
I wasn’t going in with high hopes for a feature length episode. I was thinking that might be pushing it for this show.
I was surprised. It was something I would have paid for at a theater. And I wish I could have seen it all on the big screen.
So here we are, at journeys end and we find out:
The Promised Land is not a planet.
It’s a place in your heart.
It’s a way of thinking.
It sounds a bit like home. But the building doesn’t make a home, the people do.
And now we’ve gone through it all. The family has seen the whole thing. Taken the entire journey.
Watching CBSs EVIL on Netflix. It’s very good. Interesting.
We finished watching Elementary last night. The show had some great heart string pulling moments between Miller and Liu. We became tied to the show because of the back and forth between them and to us the payoff from that relationship made it well worth watching.
But then, I’ve been a Johnny Lee Miller fan since Hackers.
Sherlock Holmes : Look. I’ve never felt any pressure from you that I co-parent. But, your idea that I take *no* responsibility for raising your child is naïve. It’s not that I think you’re incapable of raising a child on your own. Of course you are. But, short of us dissolving our partnership, I’m not capable of not being involved. No-no, not as a child’s father, but as its mother’s friend.
[Deeply sincere and with great regard]
I mean, I’d lay down my life for you. So, if you succeed in adopting a child, I’d lay down my life for him or her’s. It’s as simple as that.
Dr. Joan Watson : Have you thought about what you wanna be called by my kid? I mean, assuming… I get one.[At his surprised silence]