Rockin' the Rockwell

I've been on a quest as of late. A two-pronged quest, if you will. These mission(s) began, as they often do, with a nonchalant conversation between Ms. Muse and I, when during the recent Christmas she suggested we watch Love Actually. 

To her surprise, but not to anyone else's, I hadn't actually seen the movie. Turns out there's a myriad of Rom-Com movies I have never set eyeballs on. 

Again, this should come as no surprise. 

So, armed with a iPhone and a method for keeping contemporaneous notes -- because our collective memory sucks -- we have begun compiling a list of movies we both need to watch. At this point it should be noted there are quite a few she has not seen and demand a second viewing on my part. 

Turns out Love Actually, was a decent movie. Not the definitive Christmas movie, like Die Hard, but decent. You can see where this is going. 

The next movie up was Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri. I had never seen this but always wanted to. It was amazing and deserving of all the accolades. And this set up the corollary to the first quest, with regards to the amazing performance of one Sam Rockwell. 

That brought us to Galaxy Quest (pictured above.) I don't know how this classic escaped my admittedly short attention span, but it did. Now I'm kicking myself for having ignored it. I love a movie with so much inside baseball. A movie willing to make fun of itself. And the very act of movie making. 

It's Meta Meta.

And there's Sigourney's Weaver's ample cleavage which she discusses in this post mortem discussion about the failed marketing campaign.

We stuck around for the credits of Galaxy Quest because I was sure the Director and the writers would have gone on to make other great films I have not seen but should. Sadly there was not much to speak of. A glaring example of how one marketing misstep can make or break a career in Hollywood.

If you haven't seen Galaxy Quest, do yourself a favor and stream it. It lends itself to the small screen anyways. 

And while you're nagivating the annoying streaming selection process (damn I miss the convenience of DirecTV) also look for The Way Way back, a small coming of age movie that also features Sam Rockell, who chews up the scenery the way Sarris meant to devour the Thermians.