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Okay, Michael Rennie wasn't full throttle Bowie, but to me, still quite Bowie-esque. And in that regard 'The Man Who Fell to Earth' was a real missed chance; Bowie at the total peak of his Bowie-hood but not used adroitly in a total crap movie. That one had the feeling of a class project of some not at all promising students with indulgent Dads with deep pockets in a J.C. film production class.

Silent Running is another missed chance -- audible explosions in space. Plus, it could have gain much by Joan Baez being a lot, lot less audible on the sound track.

2001 and Planet of the Apes are not remotely in the same league: 2001 is a dazzling work of cinematic art, and Planet of the Apes is more like a very good TV show of that era, 'The Prisoner' with a little light nudity, but seeing them as an eight year old kid, what a rush -- too young to get their narratives at all but not too young to be disturbed as hell by them! Instead of rating films like these for trivialities like sex and violence they should have an 'E' rating -- for Existential Dread. "May induce feelings of of vast, indifferent and godless the cosmos is in children ages 12 and under."

I recently re-watched 'Star Wars' for the second and last time -- ugh. No wonder Alec Guinness hated the fuck out of it. George Lucas is just an uninteresting puerile filmmaker. In the immortal words of Rex Reed about some other crap film by a crap filmmaker, I wouldn't trust that man with a Polaroid.