JACKED!!!

Eurostar, our in-house chick flick haiku poet, has graced us with his first review!  Thank you, Eurostar, keep 'em coming:




When I was in the third grade, the multiplex was my babysitter.  If a movie was G or PG, my little brother and I were invariably dropped off to watch the weekend matinée.   We saw literally everything – including Scavenger Hunt, a bad, bad, bad, bad knockoff of It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World.  Instead of the Stooges and Ethel Merman, we get Richard Benjamin and Starbuck from the original Battlestar Galactica, who is now an eccentric crank famous for hating the remake of Battlestar Galactica.  Seeing how that series “Lost!” its way by the end, who can blame him, even if female fighter pilots are still pretty cool?  Back in the seventies, though, Starbuck was trying to inherit the fortune of another eccentric crank by screwing Jack’s white, fiberglass clown head off the top of a Jack-in-the-Box drive-through intercom.  I’ve been thinking about this scene a lot lately, haunted by those incessant commercials featuring the new, improved cyborg Jack with his creepy Mad Men body.  Scavenger Hunt also provides the perfect set-up for a great reality TV show.  Whoever can deface the most public and corporate property (list provided) wins a million dollars – what fun!  After this show gets made, remember you heard it here first, so I can collect my royalties and residuals.  Au revoir, Eurostar.