Thursday, March 26, 2009
my cathode youth vol. 5 1/2
My buddy Al Mundy's at it again. This time on a death flight where heedless scientists die on cue.
God, I totally remember seeing this as a kid.
John Colicos, whose misanthropic heavyosity has graced the likes of Star Trek and Battleship Galactica, comes on just a little lighter than usual to serve in the screenwriter's bully pulpit as a villain with a righteous cause.
Think of it as a kinda Malthusian/eco-terrorist rip of Agatha Christie's Ten Little Indians.