Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Published by Becky S April 27th, 2005 in arts, philadelphia
Here is the obligatory weblog entry about last night’s Philadelphia premiere of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Obligatory because we got to see the movie free and before opening day, which allows me to say this: neener neener.
Seriously, I’m never on the list for anything, so I get excited about stuff like movie premieres, even when the only giveaways are Disney stickers, a Strasburg Railroad pamphlet, and a bag of low-fat blueberry mini-muffins. Hitchhiker’s Guide isn’t as good as the book, of course—the key is to know that beforehand and just enjoy the movie for what it is. The film alternates between summer blockbuster fare, complete with gratuitous romantic storyline, and a smart, quirky spoof. It doesn’t succeed in either category, but it was a pleasant way to pass a few hours, and I enjoyed seeing how the book translates to the big screen.
Special thanks to Type E for the passes. Other Philly webloggers in attendance were Dave the Lunabomer (who gave the movie three out of five bananas) and Scott Blankbaby (who gave the movie a thumbs-up).
UPDATE: Almost forgot–Marvin, the clinically depressed robot, was excellent in this film.
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Absolutely amazing film, well worth looking at. Still more British than not. New characters well worth inclusion and Marvin sounding like a depressed Hans Gruber. Oh, hang on, it was…..
I am now known as ‘Scott Blankbaby?’ When did Blankbaby become my last night?
And why does dialup suck so much?
Marvin was the BEST PART of the movie!!! alan rickman deserves to live forever for playing that role so well!
The Strasburg Railroad was one of the most depressing things about growing up in Central PA (and the competition was fierce.)
“Hey kids! It’s a train! It doesn’t really go anywhere–but it’s old!”
Could there BE a worse field trip destination?
Wow, it’s interesting to get another perspective. I loved the Strasburg Railroad. We used to take a picnic and ride the train to Paradise. How can Paradise be a bad destination, especially if you get there via Intercourse?