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 > Next, the gullible audience is led to believe that Jodie
 > finally picks up an extraterrestial transmission; which, she
 > being brilliant or something,  decodes in mere minutes. Even
 > better, the message has the complete plans for a sort of time
 > warp/extra-galaxial space travel machine.
Since I am both a Jodie Foster fan and a sci-fi addict, I'll still have
to watch CONTACT when it gets to HBO. Extraterrestrial transmissions are
nearly always present in my turnip-sized intelligence quotient anyway.
Even though Carl Sagan's first and only attempt to write science fiction
left a lot to be desired (in the opinion of many), he was still the
'people's scientist,' as I like to refer to him as having been. He could
get down to the layman's level when it comes to explaining cosmology to
the masses, as his "Cosmos" series on PTV is evidence of. Therefore,
with all these things to consider, plus my fondness for Sagan, Foster,
and sci-fi in general, I'll be morally obligated to watch the flick
despite your uncomplimentary review.
Regards,
Jack
E-Mail: ufo1@juno.com  -  Internet ICQ #11032924
 > Naturally, good ole' American  know-how, grit, motherhood,
 > apple pie, and enough jingoistic bullradish to choke a whale,
 > transpire to get this mothering huge blender built at a cost
 > of mere trillions of dollars. The first prototype of this
 > space blender is blown up by a religious fundie terrorist
 > played by Gary Busey's son (who shares the same coke-crazed,
 > maniacal gleam in his eyes and an overbite that could
 > re-dredge the Suez Canal.) Tom Skerrif, evil-science
 > mongerer, is burnt to a crisp.
 > This leaves Jodie to be strapped in a dentist's chair, closed
 > into a giant Ben-Wa ball, and then dropped into the space
 > blender. For those of you who haven't noticed that the
 > seventies are over, I'd highly reccomend a couple of hits of
 > Blue Frog blotter acid and a front row seat for the right
 > ambiance to view a spectacular sequence of visuals as Jodie
 > is whipped through space-time wormholes like an olive pit
 > through the lower intestinal tract. She emerges into the poor
 > screenwriter's unimaginative impression of "heaven", thus
 > warping the movie's theme back around to the God/Science
 > debate which burdens the flic with tedium through it's first
 > hour.
 > Jodie brings back absolutely no evidence that she's been
 > anywhere, except for a near-psychotic character shift which
 > changes her from a hard-radished science jockey to a
 > spiritualist. Gawd, you'd think that for a trillion bucks she
 > could at least have picked up a souvenir T-shirt.
 > The flic drags on for another ten minutes, trying vainly to
 > grasp at tenuous moral & philosophical points, and ends
 > appropriately with Jodie lecturing a group of school children
 > - treating them to a kindergarten voice that presumes that
 > they're all idiots - which is, in fact, the assumption that
 > the director has made about the viewing audience.
 > Rating: 1/2 a weeping Virgin Mary statue and another banana
 > for "Abe" the world's first space primate.
 > --- Maximus 2.00
 > (1:163/110)
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