cranky runnings

yesterday i flopped on the couch and watched silent runnings, which i had started a few days before. after watching moon i wanted more alone in space stuff. i still think about moon and i think if any movie met the criteria for owning, moon is it for me. i could watch it over and over, maybe even enough to hate it years later like i did with magnolia.

but so: silent runnings. it's the future, earth is all forest-less and so there are these projects floating in space, spaceships, I guess, that have biodomes attached to them, to preserve forest life or something, possibly in case earth ever becomes inhabitable again for such things. i say i guess because i was drifting in and out of both the room and consciousness. bruce dern and a bunch of other dudes work on the spaceship, but bruce dern is the one crazy for the dome forest. he goes bonkers for fruit he grows himself, and has at least one diatribe about how the other dudes eat colorless, growerless, tasteless things and he thinks that's dumb! again with the shit hitting the outerspace fan: the homebase on earth gets all, toss the forestdomes into space and return to earth, spaceship! but bruce dern gets all, no way! and he does some shitty shit to the other dudes until it's just him and three drones, which he renames Huey, Louie and Dewey. The drones can do things like plant trees, perform surgery and make ice cream (i didn't see them make ice cream, but you just know they can). So, most of the movie is bruce dern loving the space forest and playing cards with or saying stupid supposed-to-be-funny-but-aren't one liners to the drones. pretty bad. maybe one of those good-bad things, i dunno. i'm not sorry i watched it but i'm not sure i needed to, you know? it was one of those things. plus joan baez does the whole soundtrack and although i don't hate her i don't really love her and especially not over space images. maybe it's like juxtaposition, man, but it made my headache worse.