War Games
So, two grown men and I (boy, that's a tenuous way to start a story) were flipping
through my 'On Demand' movie listings last night, trying to pick out a flick to view. As
the On Demand service has hundreds of titles in its library, which change every
couple of weeks or so, the hunt took quite a while. Initially, I was looking for The 40
Year Old Virgin, but, as I couldn't find it, another selection was in order.
Sam, Brett and I hymned and hawed about it; one of us would yell out a title and then
the others would say something like, "Seen it," or, "Nah," or, "Gay." Then, as I was
holding the remote and therefore the master of our televised destiny, I just up and
chose War Games- to vehement protest.
Brett's all: "You chose fucking War Games? What's wrong with you?"And then Sam
went: "Dude, you're high. We are NOT watching War Games." To which I replied,
"You retards know every word from the musical episode of Buffy. If you're worried
that watching this will make you lamer, don't; that's not possible."
I held my ground and, surprisingly, as soon as the first scene of the movie started,
wherein the missile commander guy fails to fire said missiles - which forces the
institution of the WOPR computer system - everybody was hooked. Why? Because
War Games is totally cool.
Despite the archaic computery (yes, I know that's not a word) showcased in the film,
War Games has held up pretty well through the years. Yes, it's far fetched to assume
that Matthew Broderick's teenage techno-shenanigans could trigger World War III,
but I'd argue that it's equally far-fetched that some frat-boy from Texas or some
Korean nut-job in polyester, sans-a-belt pants could do the same. And those latter
two options seem imminently possible. In fact, if you're anything like the three of us,
watching this movie will make you long for the days of the Cold War, when mutually
assured destruction kept us all safe and our president, senile though he was, at
least kept his little wars covert, reasonably limited in casualties and deniable. For
some reason, that sounds nice right now.
Yes, Joshua; I would like to play a game.
So, two grown men and I (boy, that's a tenuous way to start a story) were flipping
through my 'On Demand' movie listings last night, trying to pick out a flick to view. As
the On Demand service has hundreds of titles in its library, which change every
couple of weeks or so, the hunt took quite a while. Initially, I was looking for The 40
Year Old Virgin, but, as I couldn't find it, another selection was in order.
Sam, Brett and I hymned and hawed about it; one of us would yell out a title and then
the others would say something like, "Seen it," or, "Nah," or, "Gay." Then, as I was
holding the remote and therefore the master of our televised destiny, I just up and
chose War Games- to vehement protest.
Brett's all: "You chose fucking War Games? What's wrong with you?"And then Sam
went: "Dude, you're high. We are NOT watching War Games." To which I replied,
"You retards know every word from the musical episode of Buffy. If you're worried
that watching this will make you lamer, don't; that's not possible."
I held my ground and, surprisingly, as soon as the first scene of the movie started,
wherein the missile commander guy fails to fire said missiles - which forces the
institution of the WOPR computer system - everybody was hooked. Why? Because
War Games is totally cool.
Despite the archaic computery (yes, I know that's not a word) showcased in the film,
War Games has held up pretty well through the years. Yes, it's far fetched to assume
that Matthew Broderick's teenage techno-shenanigans could trigger World War III,
but I'd argue that it's equally far-fetched that some frat-boy from Texas or some
Korean nut-job in polyester, sans-a-belt pants could do the same. And those latter
two options seem imminently possible. In fact, if you're anything like the three of us,
watching this movie will make you long for the days of the Cold War, when mutually
assured destruction kept us all safe and our president, senile though he was, at
least kept his little wars covert, reasonably limited in casualties and deniable. For
some reason, that sounds nice right now.
Yes, Joshua; I would like to play a game.
