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Daily Probe Movie Review by Alice Higgins
Professor of Wymyn's Studies University of Toronto
K-19: The Widowmaker
Rating: 0 stars (out of 5)
An interesting thing happened to me just outside the press screening for
the recent overcompensation exercise known as K-19: The Widowmaker. I
was waiting patiently in line as the lemmings that make up the Toronto
Media Film Critics were filing dutifully into the theatre, when the man
in front of me turned to speak to me. I recognized him as Jim Slotek,
occasional film critic for the local Toronto Sun newspaper. "Aren't
you Alice Higgins?" he asked, "the one who writes for the Daily Probe?"
When I responded that I was, he beamed. "Wow! I read your column all the
time! It's great! You really nail a lot of these movies on the head!"
Pleased, I thanked him.
"Say," he said, motioning toward the phallic movie poster in front of
us. "You should appreciate this: What's long and hard and full of
semen?"
It was only until about halfway through the film, after having left the
aforementioned critic writhing in pain outside the theatre courtesy of
pepper-spray, that it dawned on me that he wasn't
referring to the fetid seed that escapes from the male trouser-snake,
but "seamen." They're homonyms! Long, hard, full of seamen? A submarine!
I had a quiet chuckle over that one and made a mental note that in the
future, I should perhaps use slightly better judgment before temporarily
blinding people. Live and learn, I suppose.
At any rate, the jesting didn't make this bowlwinder of a film any more
tolerable. The story centers on a nuclear submarine in the former
Soviet Union's navy that suffers some technical malfunctions on its
maiden voyage. Of course I saw this coming. You can't trust nuclear
energy for anything, and it's an abomination to mother nature. Why use
nuclear power when solar energy is so much more eco-friendly?
The Soviets plan on waving this giant phallus in America's face, but
when all goes wrong in such a horrendous fashion a penis fight of much
smaller magnitude occurs on board, with Harrison Ford and Liam Neeson
whipping them out and figuratively waving them around for control of
this much larger penis. This film, in essence, is just one cock after
another, all waved around for us all to bow before. Once again, my
sisters, you have been warned!
By the way, my lawyer informs me that Mr. Slotek is resting comfortably
and expected to make a full recovery. I'd apologize to him, but that may
be seen as a sign of feminine weakness. Live and learn...
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