I read the book – damn good book. And I’ve found Phillip K. Dick to be an exremely uneven writer.

I’ll put it on my list of films to see eventually. (It’s not easy to get out to the movies when you’ve got a 1 month old baby)

Babies looove movies!

Moviegoers do not like babies at movies, however.

You don’t want to bring a one-month old baby to this movie. It will probably not be good for his brain.

The baby will grow up to be a Dick head.

I read the book too. Terry Gilliam wanted to make a film of Scanner back in the 1990s but it never happened. He’s who I imagined making the film when I read it.

So the film is good? I had read that they attempted to follow the book pretty closely — that would be cool.

Waking Life by the same director using similar a rotoscoping look was interesting.

The commentariat says, “Babies in movie theatres is an offense against State and Party! Death to the bourgeosie parents that bring babies to see movies like Sin City or A Scanner Darkly! Also, bring us pie!”

I don’t think I have to say any more.

I wrote my university entrance essay on “A Scanner Darkly”.
Possibly my favorite novel.

I think John Travolta was wrong for this flick. Also, to many midgets and not enough tits. With regard to the landscaping, you can never go wrong with ferns. Still, thumbs-up!

My question is when are they going to do a ‘The Man in the High Castle’ moive? That book has been my favorite since high school.

Terry Gilliam wanted to make a film of Scanner back in the 1990s

Terry Gilliam wanted to make a film about altered states of consciousness and coping with a dystopian world? Hmm. That sounds so unlike him.

I should probably take my yutes to see it just to piss everyone off. My offspring happen to have vocal cords that allow them to generate high decibel levels that force all human’s within a 100 meter radius to to run and scream for mercy. In some cases they have caused mass suicide and even the occasional head explosion.

…generate high decibel levels that force all human’s within a 100 meter radius to to run and scream for mercy. In some cases they have caused mass suicide and even the occasional head explosion….

I think you’re confusing this film with Scanners, actually…

I’ve found Phillip K. Dick to be an exremely uneven writer.

The fact is that Philip Dick was a very uneven writer.

He was the lowest paid of the lowest paid sci-fi writers of the 50s and 60s. He was fucking scrabbling for money anywhere he could find it, while being a schizophrenic and drug addict. He never saw any real money until the end of his life, when Hollywood bought the rights to the script that became the movie that became “Blade Runner.”

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One of my all-time favorite science fiction books. For whatever reason the movie didn’t open around here (rural Massachusetts) on Friday. I may have to actually DRIVE INTO BOSTON to see it!

Man in the High Castle! That could make for a fantastic movie. I’d love to see them do it using a shabby, 1940s styled San Francisco. Perhaps an homage to the Star Trek episode where the planet they visit is a reproduction of the Third Reich.

P.S. I am a geek.

Is the whole thing done in the same faux animation as the commercials? That stuff is so bad I have to avert my eyes, I can’t even stomach 30 seconds.

Yeah – seeing it I keep expecting Keanu Reeves to start talking about investment advice.

KEY.

AHN.

NUU!

The dark and loathsome beast slouches toward Los Angeles waiting to be reborn in a new and even, um, darker and loathsomer form.

I’m starting to wonder just when PKD’s entire works will have been turned into movies.

Looking forward to this one

I hear Keanu was nominated for an Oscar but lost out to Pressure-Treated Lumber.

If they could put that guy in a bottle, he’d outsell Ambien.

I hear Keanu was nominated for an Oscar but lost out to Pressure-Treated Lumber.

Oh come on! After his sparkling and effervescent performance in “Point Break” Keannu’s been one of my faves.

I wanna see somebody make a movie out of “Repent Harlequin”…

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We have a theater ’round these parts that has “baby screenings” during the day. First run movies and “bring your crying baby” posted in the advertisments. Very civilized.

Any movie made from a PKD novel, however would probably not be shown during the baby screening. They tend to choose the “chick flicks” to show. Very stereotypical.

Any movie made from a PKD novel, however would probably not be shown during the baby screening. They tend to choose the “chick flicks” to show.

But we already knocked `em up! I thought that meant that we were done with the chick flicks!

Anyways, Robert Arctor is drug-addicted, emotionless, confused, and without any characteristics. The ideal actor portraying him would be an autistic ESL sixth grader. I think they hit the jackpot with Keanu Reeves.

Also, from the credits, it looks like they merged Charlie Freck and Jerry Fabin. Did it work?

I always thought that the aphid sequence would make a decent movie in its own right:
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Anyhow, Bob Arctor thought, we won’t have to keep sweeping aphids out of the house after Jerry’s been by to visit. He felt like laughing, thinking about it; they had, once, invented a routine – mostly Luckman had, because he was good at that, funny and clever – about a psychiatric explanation for Jerry’s aphid trip. It had to do, naturally, with Jerry Fabin as a small child. Jerry Fabin, see, comes home from first grade one day, with his little books under his arm, whistling merrily, and there, sitting in the dining room beside his mother, is this great aphid, about four feet high. His mother is gazing at it fondly.

“What’s happening?” little Jerry Fabin inquires.

“This here is your older brother,” his mother says, “who you’ve never met before. He’s come to live with us. I like him better than you. He can do a lot of things you can’t.”

And from then on, Jerry Fabin’s mother and father continually compare him unfavorably with his older brother, who is an aphid. As the two of them grow up, Jerry progressively gets more and more of an inferiority complex – naturally. After high school his brother receives a scholarship to college, while Jerry goes to work in a gas station. After that this brother the aphid becomes a famous doctor or scientist; he wins the Nobel Prize; Jerry’s still rotating tires at the gas station, earning a dollar-fifty an hour. His mother and father never cease reminding him of this. They keep saying,

“If only you could have turned out like your brother.”

Finally Jerry runs away from home. But he still subconsciously believes aphids to be superior to him. At first he imagines he is safe, but then he starts seeing aphids everywhere in his hair and around the house, because his inferiority complex has turned into some kind of sexual guilt, and the aphids are a punishment he inflicts on himself, etc.

It did not seem funny now. Now that Jerry had been lugged off in the middle of the night at the request of his own friends. They themselves, all of them present with Jerry that night, had decided to do it; it couldn’t be either postponed or avoided. Jerry, that night, had piled every goddamn object in his house against the front door, like maybe nine hundred pounds of assorted crap, including couches and chairs and the refrigerator and TV set, and then told everybody that a giant superintelligent aphid from another planet was out there preparing to break in and git him. And more would be landing later on, even if he got this one. These extraterrestrial aphids were smarter by far than any humans, and would come directly through the walls if necessary, revealing their actual secret powers in such ways. To save himself as long as possible, he had to flood the house with cyanide gas, which he was prepared to do. How was he prepared to do this? He had already taped all the windows and doors airtight. He then proposed to turn on the water faucets in the kitchen and bathroom, flooding the house, saying that the hot-water tank in the garage was filled with cyanide, not water. He had known this for a long time and was saving it for last, as a final defense. They would all die themselves, but at least it would keep the super-intelligent aphids out.

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Unfortunately, I haven’t read the book, but I did just see the movie. It succeeded, largely, as a tone-poem of sorts moreso than as a straight story. Woody Harrelson and particularly Robert Downey Jr. add heaps of personality in their performances, so it’s not too important that Keanu is his usual self. I enjoyed it quite a bit, even though movies about drugs or “what is reality?” tend to irritate the crap out of me, though I have to admit I really enjoyed the look of the animation. I can’t imagine that if you can’t sit through a trailer that 90minutes of the stuff would do you much good. BTW, they’ve posted the first 24 minutes of the film online, so you can try before you buy, including the “aphids” sequence.

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