First off, we had one reader win Recon out of Bungie Day '09. He was one of the first to play Bungie as well as beat them at their own game. After you take a gander, scroll down to see how you, the reader, will benifit more than ever before. This time, we're really reaching out to you guys 'n girls. So, without further delay, our Recon winner is:

Now for the update part. As many of you know, the San Diego Comic-Con is coming up. By this time next week, I will be giving updates on video game related news that I come accross in the convention.

Last year, I had the pleasure of interviewing Joseph Staten, who in no doubt in my mind talked about Halo: Reach without exactly talking about it. I also interviewed Halo book authors Eric Nylund, and Tobias Buckell.

Updates can be found here.

Updates will include everything from video game info, trailers, demos, interviews, and more.

When I get back from Comic-Con, I'll conclude the vehicle series with the Scorpion. After, I'll be starting a summer series that will last into fall. Since Bungie gave us the opportunity to render videos of our played games, I'll be accepting vids from you guys, the Teabaggers (too soon?) of your best Halo moments. I'll post the top 5 or top 10 every Friday this summer.

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Must be on Youtube or some other similar video hosting site that has embedding enabled.

Email to teabagprevention@gmail.com with your Gamertag and maybe a short reflection on how you felt when playing during said clip.

Thank you all for reading, and good luck.

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This year had been a major year of famous people dying. Within one week Farah Fawcett, Michael Jackson, Ed McMahon, and Billy Mayes all took the dirt-nap with the baby Jesus. When celebrities die it feels more personal and important. This is because they are more important than regular people cause they are famous. When real people die we tend to think, “Thank god that didn’t happen to me.” When Michael Jackson died, we get sad and say, “What a shame, that motherfucker made Thriller.” This feeling is even amplified more if the death was particularly strange. This is why today on the History of the Nerd I bring you the top five strange celebrity deaths in hopes I could make you feel just a little something in your cold, soulless heart.

5) George Reeves

In June 16, 1959 a man faster than a speeding bullet couldn’t escape the one fired from a gun aimed at his head. Superman laid dead in a pool of blood in is Hollywood home. At the age of 45 George Reeves committed suicide...or did he? Why would a man, an actor, kill himself right before his hit television show was about to be resurrected for the 1960 to 61 season from the depths of cancellation? Why would a man kill himself just three days before his wedding? Why would a man kill himself with his fiancé, Leonore Lemmon, and three friends, in the same house just one floor down below him? Reeve’s mother, who refused to believe that the death of her son was caused by suicide, hired the Nick Harris Detective Agency to investigate. The Agency found the following inconsistencies that were directly adverse to the theory of suicide:

·  The gun used to kill Reeves had no fingerprints.

·  Leonore and guest did not call the police for a half an hour to 45mins after his death.

·  Bruises were found all over his body with no real explanation was presented on how he received them

·  For most suicides where the gun falls is usually consistent. If the victim is laying down the gun usually falls by the head. George Reeves was believed to by lying in bed at the time of the incident but the gun was found at his feet.

·  When a gun is held to the head as most suicide would there are powder burns on the wound. There were none found so the gun had to have been held several inches from his head.

·  A spent bullet shell was found under the body which would be an impossible placement if he was lying down.

This information was never relayed to Reeve’s mother. She died before investigation could find any proof. Even more mysterious was that George Reeves was but a link in the chain of the Superman Curse, a well known urban legend about the actors that played the man of tomorrow. George Reeves died by suicide, Christopher Reeve was paralyzed and eventually died due to a horse riding accident and Brandon Routh’s career died at the hands of Bryan Singer.

4) Elvis Presley

Like Michael Jackson, during the King’s final years he became a grotesque caricature of his former self, unable to pull his shit together to complete a final tour. Like Michael Jackson he developed many health problems that led to the abuse of pharmaceutical drugs. Unlike Michael Jackson the hunk’a, hunk’a burn’n love was dropping a duce at the moment of his death. According to the medical investigator, Presley had "stumbled or crawled several feet before he died", leaving behind a legacy largely unflushed on August 16, 1977.

3) Natalie Wood 

On Nov. 29, 1981 Natalie Wood. Her husband Robert Wagner and friend Christopher Walken were obnoxiously and loudly getting shit-faced at the Harbor Reef Restaurant on Catalina Island. They were celebrating the success of shooting the movie Brainstorm. (Well, almost. Wood had another crucial, climactic scene for the movie, but what bad could possibly happen during a drunken celebration?) After the restaurant they returned to their dingy and back to their yacht, the Splendor where they went on a three-hour tour. Instead of being marooned on a deserted tropical island where wackiness ensued, Wood drowned.

Days after the death of is wife Robert Wagner claimed that she woke up to fix the banging of the dingy against the yacht that was annoying her. She apparently slipped off the rails and to the icy waters below. The Skipper of the ship, Dennis Davern had a decidedly juicer tale. He said that there had been a fight between Wagner and Walken over who was going to stick some wood in Wood. Wagner got a little pissed off when he thought Walken was sleeping with his wife. He broke a wine bottle and held it to the face of Walken and screamed, “Go ahead and fuck her if you want to so badly!" The fight upset Natalie so much she took off on the dingy to seek solace. Some people believe that Robert Wagner and Christopher Walken plotted and committed the murder of Natalie Wood. I, for one, say that this last accusation is false because if anyone had seen True Romance, The Prophecy or any of the movies Walken has been in now, they would know Walken would show up at my house and kill me with his bare hands. So was Natalie Wood’s death an accident, or a murder? No one will ever know because since the incident Wagner and Walken refuse to comment on the night which looks really, really bad. The case is still left open. 

2) Bruce Lee/Brandon Lee

There was no bigger star than Bruce Lee when I was young, especially since I am Chinese; even though he was already dead by 1973, six years before I was born. My father used to tell me stories of a family curse the plagued the Lee family for centuries. He told me that the curse killed the first-born son of each generation. I never quite thought it was real until I found out years later that Bruce’s own father used to dress his son up in girls clothes to disguise him so the curse would not take his life. This is apparently a curse that never had a grade-school health class and didn’t know that boys had penises and that girls had vaginas. Clothes are what matter to ancient curses.

When Bruce's father died, at the age of 64, Bruce had a premonition that he would only live to be half his father's age – he died at the age of 32 of a brain aneurysm.

Brandon Lee, Bruce Lee’s son, also believed that a family curse claimed the life of his father. Unfortunately he would also fall victim to a tragic death at a young age. He died at the age of 28 on March 31, 1993, due to an accident while shooting the movie The Crow. A bullet that was believed to be a blank fired from actor Michael Massee’s (Fun-boy) gun. The bullet hit Lee in the abdomen and lodged in his spine.

Both deaths could be seen as coincidences, but I believe that if you had to choose between accounting for a deadly Chinese curse and a coincidence, you'd have to go with the deadly Chinese curse just to be on the safe side.

1) Sharon Tate

Sharon Tate died the most horrific of all celebrity deaths. On August 8, 1969, Sharon returned from dinner at her favorite restaurant El Coyote with her friends Sebring, Frykowski and Folger at about 10:30pm. That night they were murdered by members of Charles Manson’s Family. I’m not going to get into the actual details of the murders – enough has been written about them over the years. The thing about this death, which is unlike the others, was that this marked a major moment of change in the world. Before the murders of Sharon Tate and her friends, people kept their doors unlocked. People were only killed if they were involved in something that could lead to trouble. The thought that strangers could just break into your home at night and kill you without any reason were inconceivable. Now, in the modern age, fear controls every aspect of our lives. Doors are locked and bolted, strangers are possible murderers, and no one is safe.

I know that there are many more celebrity deaths, more than one person could possibly fit into the confines of a simple article, so it would be hard to even try. I hope that this list at least chips at the morbid and fascinating iceberg of famous people dying.

Subsequent books introduced new themes of prejudice, slavery and genocide. Beloved characters were introduced, torn away, and usually murdered in front of Harry’s eyes. By the time Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince was released, everything beautiful in Harry Potter’s world had been balanced by something horrific and painful, leaving the sixth book in the franchise feeling less like fantasy and more like… well, high school. The title refers not to some magical artifact but to a used textbook, the plot has more to do with regret, heartache and drug abuse than any external threat, and the closest thing to a set piece isn’t so much Spielbergian as it is Lovecraftian. In short, it seemed damned near unfilmable, making it an entirely pleasant surprise that the film adaptation of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince is one of the best in the series.

Enjoy the Half-Blood Prince's Quidditch match, because it's the last you'll ever see.

Harry Potter (Daniel Radcliffe… again) returns to Hogwarts after his sixteenth birthday, and although war is officially upon both the wizarding and unsuspecting “muggle” world practically everyone in the film is still British and struggles valiantly to act as if nothing’s wrong. The hormonal teenaged cast of characters spends most of the film struggling with young love and experimenting with date rape and performance-enhancing drugs (and not always to negative effect). Harry loves Ron’s sister Ginny (Bonnie Wright) but doesn’t want to alienate his best friend, Hermione (Emma Watson… again) loves Ron (Rupert Grint… again) but Ron’s too daft to notice and traipses off with Lavender Brown (a comic relief subplot device played by Jessie Cave), so Hermione gives in to the overly hormonal advances of Cormac McLaggen (Freddie Stroma) in order to make Ron jealous, but Ron’s too daft to notice that too.

Meanwhile, Harry Potter receives classes in exposition from Professor Dumbledore (the still perfectly cast Michael Gambon, with apologies to Richard Harris), who insists that if Harry is going to defeat Voldemort (not Ralph Fiennes, actually) then he has to know how Voldemort turned evil in the first place. Dumbledore has been magically collecting memories from everyone who knew Voldemort before he went bad, but the most important memory of all – the only memory, in fact, which contains information on how to defeat Voldemort once and for all – belongs to Professor Horace Slughorn (the delightfully tragic Jim Broadbent), whose sense of shame has altered his own recollection of events, making it useless unless Harry can break down his psychological defenses. Harry also suspects that Draco Malfoy (Tom Felton in his best performance to date) is up to something with Professor Snape (the always perfect Alan Rickman), but no one believes Harry because, well, he always thinks Draco Malfoy and Professor Snape are up to something, and after six books/movies everyone else in the cast has figured out that they’re just red herrings.

Or are they?

And while Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince lacks the strong external plot devices inherent to the success of Prisoner of Azkaban and Goblet of Fire, the two other great films in the series, it’s this lack of false drama that makes the sixth book and the film so very captivating. In The Order of the Phoenix, director David Yates spent too much energy pushing the plot forward, resulting in a watchable but lifeless film with about as much personality as a Wikipedia summary. But The Half-Blood Prince is all personality, leaving him plenty of room to focus on the characters and personal moments that made the book so distinctive in the first place. Any quibbles with his storytelling abilities are just that: quibbles (for example: apparently it would kill him to show an insert of Dumbledore’s hand to emphasize the fact that it was mutilated between films, even though it’s discussed several times).

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince also boasts one of the more faithful adaptations of Rowling’s books to date. Little of consequence has been cut (several subplots have been streamlined, and Voldemort’s back story has a lot less incest in the Hollywood blockbuster version of events), and indeed the few additions are welcome, like a small but effective action sequence in the middle of the film to keep things lively, and the occasional cut away from Harry’s point-of-view, which allows for a lot less third act exposition than usual. Steve Kloves returned to scripting duties after taking a break from the fifth film, and it’s good to have him back because he has clearly developed a flare for the series.

Parents, talk to your kids. Trainspotting didn't have this much drug abuse.

Despite its significant entertainment value, there’s a melancholy hanging over Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, and not just because of the downbeat ending. J.K. Rowling’s novels for the most part improved with each passing entry, and the same could be said of the cast and crew of the films. The cast and crew have all grown into their roles, making each sequel something to look forward to (even if they aren’t all classics). Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, as a book and a film, was one last chance for the storytellers to just enjoy their characters and let them have a little fun before The Deathly Hallows comes along and brutally slaughters half the cast. If you’re a fan of the Harry Potter series, you’ll find The Half-Blood Prince a bittersweet affair, its obvious quality offset by the knowledge that the story is almost over. And if you’re not a fan of the series… why did you read an entire one thousand one hundred and and seventy-six word review of the sixth movie in the franchise if you’re not just a little bit interested, hmm?

Safe or not, we're still coming out of this cave eight months late.

On the positive side of things, if somebody starts quoting Austin Powers it tells me a lot about them—like let's never hang out. In fact, the same could be said about other dehabilitating physical traits such as tribal armband tattoos or having red hair.

Until next time, y'all...Ivan, out.

This is not a love story.

We are told this via narration from the very beginning, but it’s hard not to give in to expectation as we watch this young couple fall for each other because after all, we’re kind of falling for them to, or at least falling in love with the idea of falling of love. And we want things to work out for them, for us as well, and we’ve been told our whole lives by movies and books and music and television that love works a certain way. We have a preconceived notion of how these events will play out. Sure there will be a misunderstanding, some time apart, but true love always wins out in the end.

Well, this is not a love story.

(500) Days of Summer is the feature film directorial debut of music video director Marc Webb and comes from the writing team of newcomers Michael Weber and Scott Neustadter, whose only other credit is Pink Panther 2 but don’t let that scare you. It stars Joseph Gordon Levitt and Zooey Deschanel as Tom and Summer, respectively, two twenty something’s working at a greeting card company, something that serves a thematic purpose, in LA. It’s an examination of the process of falling into and out of love; from the initial meeting, the flirtation, the passion, the loss of passion, the break up, the pain, and eventually the healing. It covers each important step in a way that rings incredibly true and should speak to anyone who has ever been through a similar situation. It’s the kind of movie that will have you thinking “this was made just for me” even as half the audience is thinking the same thing.

One of the more interesting aspects of the film is that it doesn’t show this process in a linear fashion. The movie is constantly jumping around within the 500 days in which it takes place. The transitions are never jarring and are often quite clever, such as when it shows the stark contrast between an event taking place when the couple is at their happiest and then immediately cutting to a similar event when the relationship is all but over.

This may sound like a somewhat somber film, but it’s absolutely not. It doesn’t shy away from heartbreak and doesn’t give in to romantic clichés but it’s an absolute joy to watch. It’s directed with a certain whimsy, almost as if it were a fairy tale, and in that way reminded me of Stranger Than Fiction. It’s also full of humor, often of the “sometimes you gotta laugh to keep from crying” variety. There is a brilliant musical/dance sequence that perfectly captures the feeling of absolute euphoria when you think you’ve succeeded at capturing your object of desire. It includes a “Star Wars” moment that caused an uproar, in a good way, in the audience. It’s one of the best uses of a Star Wars reference I’ve ever seen. The film is actually loaded with clever and meaningful pop culture references but never goes overboard with them. They actually contribute to the story instead of just serving as a way for the filmmakers to say “look how hip we are”.

The performances from the two leads, particularly Gordon Levitt, are very charming. It’s surprising to me that Levitt isn’t a huge star by now. He’s finally appearing in some big budget films with GI Joe later this summer and Christopher Nolan’s Inception next year. It’d be nice to see him break out big. I generally don’t like Zooey Deschanel and her wide eyed “deer in the headlights” approach to acting. She is usually devoid of charisma but managed not to annoy me this time out, so that’s saying something. More than the performances though, I was impressed with Marc Webb who really knocked it out of the park in his first time at bat. He infused an incredible visual style into what could have been a by the numbers indie flick and is definitely a director to watch out for.

So if you’re looking for a romantic comedy, which I suppose this could be labeled as, that doesn’t insult your intelligence and actually leaves you with a lasting impression then I highly recommend that you seek this out. It’s currently vying for the number one spot on my favorite films of the year.

Unlike most of Geekscape After Dark’s subject matter, Race 2 Race demands to be reviewed as a videogame. As such, we will divide the review into the traditional, arbitrary categories: Story, Presentation, Functionality, and finally Overall Entertainment Value.

Race 2 Race's Haus is a very, very, very fine Haus.

Story:

There isn’t one. Like many games that belong to the “fighting game” genre, the plot is merely a device that brings disparate characters into a single location and forces them into physical conflict. Although the box purports that 17 characters have entered into a contest to earn the title of “World’s Best (Person with Whom to Fornicate),” no mention is made of this within gameplay. Colorful characters are merely beamed into an arena, look around in a vaguely confused fashion before locking eyes with their opponent and… settling their differences.

It’s not Neil Simon, but it will do. Fighting games are not about convoluted plotlines, they’re about strong characters (something the makers of movies based on fighting games have yet to figure out). In good fighting games, every character is distinct from their costuming to their fighting style, and while there is little in the way of narrative development throughout any given game, each character has a dramatic back story that strongly motivates them to participate in a given contest. Sometimes their motivation is fame and glory, other times it’s the desire to defeat or defend another contestant, while for others the contest is merely a means of proving their own self-worth.

And I suppose E. Honda, Zangief and Dhalsim were politically correct?

While the various characters in Race 2 Race follow some of these tenets closely – they all adhere to specific racial stereotypes, ranging from Soccer Hooligan to Rwandan Genocidist – their motivations for entering the game are so unimportant that they are relegated to a supplemental disc. Some characters were raised by monks and went off to see the world while others, like Zimbabwe's King Zutu, are looking for a worthy mate, but judging from the brief character bios none of them stand to gain terribly much from the competition, resulting in little empathy from the player.

As such, despite a considerable handicap based on the lowered expectations towards fighting games, Race 2 Race earns only average marks in the story department. But it’s still a fighting game in which people have sex with each other instead of actually fighting, so the more hardcore audience probably won’t care too much about the story anyway.

At last, the long-standing rivalry between Turkey, Spain and Kenya will be resolved.

PRESENTATION:

If you’re looking at the screenshots in this review you have probably already noticed that the character modeling in Race 2 Race is outstanding. Every single character is photorealistic, drool-worthy and modeled after real pornographic actors. Killer Quan is the spitting image of Mia Smiles (Color Blind) and if I didn’t know better I’d think was watching actual footage of Victoria Sin (Last Whorehouse on the Left) as Gretchen “The Gunner” Goodhaus, the game’s answer to Soul Calibur’s Ivy. Unlike Soul Calibur, and for that matter just about any fighting game these days, Race 2 Race makes no concessions towards character customization. Each character’s broad stereotype of a costume is the only one they get, although during gameplay these outfits can be torn off to reveal equally impressive skin and even bodily fluid effects!

Regrettably, the incredible character modeling does not entirely make up for the extremely poor environmental design. Most fighting games provide at least as many arenas as there are characters (frequently with each arena corresponding to a specific character – Blanka’s swamp, for example, or Vega’s cage match). In Race 2 Race there is very little variety in each environment: it’s always a room containing a series of couches, often in different locations around the room, and occasionally different colors of curtains or – if we’re really, really lucky – a gong. Whoop-de-doo. Admittedly there’s a decent amount of character interaction within these environments (each couch can and will be used, for example), but evidently so much time was spent on the character and costume modeling that there was simply no time left over to render unique environments.

Race 2 Race's developers show off their innovative "Couch Reassignment" engine.

As for sound, well… there is sound. It’s not a terribly dynamic soundtrack nor are the audio effects terribly engaging. The voice-acting is decent, but frankly if the premise of the game to depict characters of different cultural backgrounds interacting physically with one another, then at least some effort should have gone into accurate accents for their dialogue. Still, the characters are so beautiful that we can’t help but give the presentation a passing grade, low though it may be.

FUNCTIONALITY:

When playing Race 2 Race one thing becomes readily apparent: Hideo Kojima worships this game. If you think Metal Gear Solid 4 had too many cinematics then stay far, far away from Race 2 Race. If, on the other hand, you’re a diehard MSG fan you’ll probably love “playing” Race 2 Race. Unfortunately, I stand on the other side – far, far on the other side – of that fence.

"Sex Style: Sand Storm." Just as painful as it sounds.

Interactivity in Race 2 Race sadly seems limited to the “Character Select” screen. The player selects their character and the computer “randomly” selects an opponent for them. I put “randomly” in quotes because no matter how many times I selected each character, the computer would always select the same opponent(s). If Race 2 Race didn’t clearly call itself a “gaming experience” I would think they’d just taken a Chapter Select screen from a Fighting Game-themed pornographic movie and changed the captions. At first I just assumed the game was selecting characters based on whose ethnic backgrounds would be in the most conflict, but what grievances do Saudi Arabians and Australians have to work out? And why pair a Nazi with a Rwandan mercenary? Their mutual histories of genocide?

Admittedly, Race 2 Race does feature some innovative grappling moves.

As the characters have been selected, the player then watches a cut scene of their character having various kinds of sex with their opponent. Some variety comes into play when characters are sometimes chosen to face off against two or even three opponents (Nigera’s Princess Penwa always seems to fight Raven Heart, Adam “The All-American” Anderson and The Austrian Assassin, for example), but aside from merely requesting that their character have sex the player has no control over the events. I never thought I’d say this, but as a gamer I would have killed for a Quicktime Event! Seriously, if Race 2 Race is really a videogame then you’d think they’d give us something to do with our hands!

OVERALL ENTERTAINMENT VALUE (NOT AN AVERAGE):

Despite its many admirable qualities (did you check out those realistic heaving effects? Wow…), Race 2 Race barely qualifies as a videogame… again, much like Metal Gear Solid 4. And like Metal Gear Solid 4 it’s bound to have its hardcore detractors and hardcore fans. Some people like to have their games played for them, I suppose, but personally I just call that just watching a movie. Race 2 Race would probably be a very good movie, but as a “gaming experience” it’s a little underwhelming. It’s highly recommended for people who would rather watch people have sex than play a fighting game, but honestly… who would want to do that?

Race 2 Race is currently available on DVD from Wicked Pictures.

Jazz hands, people! Jazz hands!

Take a moment and try to image a very special movie. A movie that would be produced by George Lucas -- don’t worry he won’t be directing or writing so you won’t get the Star Wars Prequels again. No, the movie will be directed by Francis Ford Coppola, the genius behind The Godfather and the not-so-genius-but-fun Bram Stoker’s Dracula. Throw in the might, magic and money of Disneyland and you have a picture to have a nerdgasm to. Of course, this flight of fancy doesn’t exist in a magic fairytale land, it exist here in the real world. Who had the power to draw of these forces in, to lure such talent together? That unifying factor was none other than a pop star with a severe Vitiligo, none other than Michael Jackson. And together, with their film, they changed the world (or at least had a song in it about changing the world).

I know you are really, really sick of Michael Jackson, but how can you be sick of Captain EO? You remember the excitement you had of standing in line at Disneyland for at least a good half an hour to an hour in the unforgiving summer sun of Southern California? Weren’t those fun times? No? Well if you don’t like, you could blame the whole mess on Michael Eisner and Frank Wells.

In 1984 Michael Eisner and Frank Wells took over Disneyland and mounted up on the mouse himself. They pursued an aggressive image makeover of the ailing mouse kingdom and tried to fuck it back to life.  They came up with the idea of working with Michael Jackson who was at the height of his fame. He was still basking in the zombiefied glow of his hit album Thriller and had yet to feel the scandal that comes with touching a young boys penis. Michael at the time appealed to teenagers while not offending apron wearing, cookie making moms. If it was Prince it wouldn’t Disneyland’s non-sex image (though who doesn’t want to see Prince’s Captain EO or want some sugar from Snow White?). Jackson, who was such a huge fan of Disneyland that he built his very own, happily agreed. Eisner also managed to get the involvement of George Lucas who in turn got Coppola (George Lucas apparently knew he a shitty director then but for got later when the prequels came out). This was also a major lure for Michael Jackson, who idolized the famed maker of the holy trilogy, Star Wars. Two years later Captain EO was born.

Disneyland would build the Captain his own theater, the Magic Eye Theater over the previous location of the outside Space Stage and opened in May 1986 and played something other than Captain EO. Originally, they played a 3-D movie made for Epcot called Magic Journeys. The Captain would have to wait until September to change the world.

Over it’s run of 10 years at the magic kingdom Michael Jackson’s star faded as the world finally realized he was bat-shit insane. The Captain EO attraction fell out of touch with teenagers who thought it was, “Stupid”, “Lame” and “Gay” not realizing, or not cool enough to realize, that they were watching camp gold. In April 1997, Captain EO was finally drummed out of Disneyland. This however didn’t ground the Captain just yet. It was till shown in Florida, Japan and France but one by one it was replace by the highly shitty, Honey I Shrunk the Audience. The last stand for Captain EO was at the Ciné Magique at Disneyland Paris until it to was replaced in 1998 and everyone knows that when Paris asks you to leave, a place that thought Jerry Lewis was a genius, you know you have walked your last moon-walk.

Then Michael Jackson died at the age of 50 and all of a sudden, what do you know, people are calling for Captain EO to be put back into Disneyland. These, of course, are just the nosy stirrings of the internet; but I will be holding my breath a little in hopes of the possibility. Until then, enjoy the wonder that is Captain EO at the links below.

Captain EO part1

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AstW05bDiQU

Captain EO part2

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l2Zt-57Cg0U