And the countdown continues in my quest to watch and find something inspiring in every single one of Yahoo’s 100 Movies to See Before You Die…
Here’s another movie that lends credence to my theory that robots must constantly be monitored. If not, they’ll take the first chance they can to annihilate you for the sake of the “mission.” And by mission I mean “for fun.” Robots think it’s fun when an acid-drooling alien takes over the ship. Enter Ripley (Sigourney Weaver, rocking some crazy common sense when no one else does). She fights the robot, leading to its beheading by Parker. Only then do the humans stand a chance against the alien! As if this weren’t inspiring enough, there are fabulous effects and futuristic design that still look plausible 30 years later, my favorite being the hyper sleep pods. Forget deep space travel; can I get something like this to knock me out for a good night’s sleep every night, with limited tossing and turning? Also, I’d need to make sure I woke up feeling energized, no walking around zombie-eyed for the next hour. Let’s get Apple on it stat; surely we’ll have a prototype in a year.
M: Gold? All over?
James Bond: She died of skin suffocation. It’s been known to happen to cabaret dancers.
It’s all right as long as you leave a small bare patch at the base of the spine to allow the skin to breathe.
I still have the theme song in my head a week after watching this movie, by far the best James Bond film I’ve ever seen. No wonder it’s on the list. It features Sean Connery stealthing around Miami in little more than a periwinkle terrycloth onesie. I jest you not. I’m not sure where he was hiding the gun. At any rate, he tracks down Goldfinger, who’s hellbent on unleashing gas on the U.S. military and blowing up Fort Knox so his stash of Nazi gold will increase in value. Along the way he meets Oddjob (who kills men with his hat) and Pussy Galore (who kills men with her … well). I’m feeling very inspired to take on an absurd nickname of my own. What should it be?
