PG-13 for trembling cameraman, torso infections, baseless libel against the excellence of the moon
I am sick and tired of movies like this trying to convince me I don’t want to go to the moon.
“It’s dangerous,†these films say. “There are evil robots there,†they say. “You might catch space-madness from a space-monster,†they say.
Well, here’s what I say: bring it on. Your Blair-Witch magic holds no power over me. The Descent may have made me abandon spelunking, and The Village may have persuaded me never to trust a sociologist, but my love of the moon will not fall prey to your cheap theatrics. I’m going to the moon, dammit, and I’m bringing a basketball hoop, and I’m using the low gravity to dunk. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me, unless you play a mean half-court defense. Or cut all funding to manned spaceflight.
Puzzle of the Day: What would it take to dissuade you from going to the moon?
