We watched an oldie but goodie a few nights ago: "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy". A goofy combo of old Lost in Space TV shows, Sci Fi movies of the fifties, and druggie seventies take on life, it catches just the right tone for delightful viewing. It stars Martin Feldman as a man whose house is destroyed when aliens claim the earth, and Mos Def as the alien who saves him. They hitchhike a ride on a space ship with amusingly boring aliens who read terrible poetry aloud. Then they end up on a ship with Sam Rockwell, the King of the Galaxy and human Zooey Deshanel, queen of the space cadets, who is Feldman's crush. Alan Rickman voices a depressed robot, and practically steals the show from Rockwell, who is terrific.
I laugh out loud every time I see this movie, and it's a great way to unwind after hard day. Spaciness has never been so easy to watch and participate in. To me, this is better than the book and more relevant in any decade. I know, heretical.
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