Monday, October 20, 2003

Mars Needs Women " Mars Needs Women” announces the title of the DVD we’ve rented. Our ceiling fan is again out-performing most air conditioners as July melts on. In a week, we’ll start frequenting airports again, to promote “American Splendor.” For now, no one wants to travel much further than the kitchen refrigerator, which is stocked with frozen juice bars. I chew the sticks when I’m finished. Danielle and Harvey don’t. The angry red planet first tries to vacuum up a few well-dressed women from somewhere in North America, but Martian technology fails. We see some jerky stop-action, but the ladies seem to be evaporating en route. This may be because the Mars men are led by Tommy Kirk. I remember him tap dancing with Annette Funicello in some Disney flick. His are some low tech aliens who arrive in scuba suits and elf boots, carrying Ray-o-Vac flashlights. Tommy’s Martians will fail in their attempt to bring back fertile wombs for their dying world. Not even the sexy space geneticist and DNA expert who falls in love with Tommy during his 24 hours on Earth will make it into the Mars bound saucer as it flees an angry U.S. general and his relentless team of defending forces. I’m not sure we’ll fare much better when we make our first appearance at the San Diego Comic Con. Most comics fans crave genre fiction, action adventure. No one in our movie wears spandex and actor Paul Giamatti, while 25 years younger than Harvey, who he plays, is always the first to point out that he’s less muscle bound than my hero. The real reason we’re going is the Hobbit hook-up. If she’s lucky, Danielle will get to meet some people her own short size. 12:17:42 PM