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It's a great way to catch those movies that I *kinda* wanted to see, but would never pay for. Movies like "G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I first heard about this movie I knew it would be terrible, and the reviews indicated I was correct. This weekend it showed up in new releases, and I took the opportunity. I mean, its a dumb action movie produced by Hasbro - how could I resist?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First off, G.I Joe was perhaps the most violent movie I've ever seen where no one ever swears. Really, not once. Lady Jane shot people in the head with explosive crossbow bolts at least five times, and no one ever even said "damn". The Baroness killed more people than Rambo but at least she isn't a potty-mouth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It gets better! Did you ever see "Team America: World Police"? The South Park guys made a movie satirizing action blockbusters, in which the heroes blew up huge parts of Paris and killed many bystanders trying unsuccessfully to stop terrorists from blowing up the Eiffel Tower. G.I. Joe had &lt;em&gt;the exact same scene!&lt;/em&gt; They ripped off a parody of a violent action film in a super violent action film based a cartoon based on a toy line. Bra-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The thing is, if you turned off the sound, the movie wasn't that bad... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, it was garbage, but it was exciting, well made garbage. Really, only a couple of things made the movie terrible; first was the excruciating dialog (yep they really used the "... And knowing is half the battle!" line), and the second is physics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt; in Sci-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt; movies is always a bit of a sore spot, but hear me out. If you make a movie where you have, say, a time machine I don't hold it against you that you don't explain how it works. It's needed for the story, and it's inclusion does not radically alter the world in which we live. Fine. However if you say that it's a world where steam engines don't work, I call bullshit. If liquids no longer expand when turning into gas, the the whole &lt;em&gt;world &lt;/em&gt;no longer works! Does water vapor have the same density as water? Is there no such thing as water vapor? How does the ecosystem work? How does life even exist? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fooey&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;G.I. Joe has lots of these problems, but I'll give you the one that almost killed me. When Cobra activated the self destruct &lt;spoilers!&gt;on their arctic submarine base, did the base, say, overload its reactor? Did they detonate all their munitions? Flood the base with acid? Nope! They blew up the icepack overhead causing the ice to sink down and crush the base.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll let you think about that for a minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wha&lt;/span&gt;? Ice... sinks? well, then why has it up there in the first place? Is the only thing keeping ice at the top of the ocean it's contact with the shore and structural rigidity? Do icebergs have air pockets or something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every time I see a movie or read a book with this type of thing it makes my blood boil. I'm not sure if it's just lazy writing, or if the writer simply has no idea how the world works. In a book I hate it, but a book is usually a single persons work, so its possible that they have a spot of ignorance, but in a movie? That scene went through the hands of maybe a hundred people before it was released, and no one pointed this out. Hollywood does this all the time and it always irks me. The worst example I've heard of is that there is a movie in production where the earth stops rotating, so gravity disappears. The whole movie involves the protagonist trying to get across town to rescue his daughter from flying off the world. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gaah&lt;/span&gt;! So.. Many... Things... Wrong! If I knew the screenwriter of this thing, I'd never stop choking them. I'd gladly do the jail time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Man, I gotta stop it with the energy drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24151763-4094825342344116578?l=almost-true.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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