Yikes, those bikinis.
Watched
The Martian. Man, it never ceases to amaze just how little of the content of a book can be transfered onto the big screen without sharting out some hugely expensive Lord of the Rings style mega opus. At least, it toned down the gratuitous NASA/US/Mars colony masturbation a tiny bit. Still, much of the actual science was glossed over. For some reason, I really miss that part near the end where the crew was prepared to commit suicide to allow the youngest member to survive in case of a critical mission failure, if necessary even by resorting to cannibalism. Really drove home just how fucked the situation was, in the book. In the movie everything is just smooth sailing all the way back. Never really went beyond slight inconvenience with immediate and instantaneous five second brainstorming solution.
Also, that piece of the antenna that impaled him was waaaay too small. In my imagination, he was skewered like a shish kebap. Oh well. Still fun. Maybe because I have a slight dislike of the actor? I mean, his character is supposedly in severe distress throughout the movie... *thinkingemoji.jpg*
Plus, jeez, the zero g shots inside are TERRIBAD. Cripes.
Afterwards, watched
Deadpool for the 12409182642806th time. My kind of humour. I dread the sequel, but that's just me being my usual pessimistic self. I'm sure it will be fine. Yeeeeep. However, even if it's fine, I'm kinda all tuckered out on comic movies. Not like I've watched all that many.
Tomorrow, I'm gonna brave the non-depths of German cinema. I plan on watching "
Willkommen bei den Hartmanns". Someone persuade me to watch something else.
