With 1000 Misspent Hours and Counting passing the ten-year milestone back in July, I decided to do something extra-stupid to celebrate.  I went and took on three of the most thoroughly discussed and dissected properties in all of science fiction:

 

Dr. Who and the Daleks (1965), in which the Doctor is an idiot, the Daleks are pushovers, and only the juvenilized Susan seems truly qualified to go adventuring through the most dangerous regions of time and space…

Star Trek: The Motion Picture (1979), in which motion is famously the thing that’s most sorely lacking…

and…

Star Wars (1977), in which the Force– the energy field created by Peter Cushing, Alec Guinness, James Earl Jones, and a whole lot of immensely talented guys named “John”– truly was with George Lucas.

 

Also, I’ve got some less overreaching reviews, too:

 

Carnival Magic (1981), in which a tiger-tamer ain’t nothing next to a psychic with a talking chimp…

Pacific Rim (2013), in which HUGE FREAKING ROBOTS punch HUGE FREAKING MONSTERS in the face for two hours…

Phantasm (1979), in which funeral parlors are even creepier than you realized…

and…

Wake in Fright (1971), in which Outback mining towns make for a truly unforgettable Christmas vacation.

 
 
 

El Santo rules the wasteland-- and also 1000 Misspent Hours and Counting.