Pointless notes from a physicist:
1. That shit Johnson did on the white board that made John Glenn jizz all over the place was actually super simple algebra, and the only impressive thing about it was that she was able to do arithmetic in her head with so many significant figures (in contrast to myself, when in this day and age I open up mathematica just to add 57 to 198, which is kind of like using a nuclear bomb…
Based on the most beloved novel of Kurt Vonnegut, this film was critically successful, being the first American film to win the jury prize at Cannes, and praised by both Vonnegut and his readers as being a perfect adaptation. And yet no one has ever fucking heard of it. That's a shame, because it's really a wonderful film.
While I'm sure many of you are familiar with the plot of the novel, it's important to recall that it follows Billy…
Do you remember that special time when zombies didn't have to be nazis for them to interest you? That time when their sheer number was a threat rather than their ability to pile on top of one another to attack helicopters? That time when they were scary even when they couldn't run like olympians on meth?
Maybe I've just become an elitist hipster getting all pissy now that zombies are everybody's favorite pass-time, but I much prefer to think that…
