Lisa, remember that one shot in The Cider House Rules that made steam shoot out of my ears? (No, not this one, or this one, or even this one... this is a family blog, after all.) Well, better keep a safe distance away from me, 'cause here comes the flip side.

I should have more pride than to trumpet my baser instincts around the Web, I really should...

On a related note, I scratched a long-time itch this week by finally -- FINALLY! -- seeing Quest for Fire, a mere 21 years after it came out. Of course, there wasn't much chance I would get to see it at the time, since I was about eleven and the movie is basically a two-hour dumbshow in which a trio of half-naked proto-humans (plus the lovely Rae Dawn Chong, entirely naked except for copious mud) slog across a prehistoric landscape looking for a new source for their sacred tribal fire, which they have never learned the secret of making -- all the while acting very much like ape-men, with much hooting, flailing of limbs, and desultory copulation, and uttering not a word of language intelligible to to modern human beings. Plus, it was cheap - just twelve bucks on DVD plus tax. And it even includes two commentaries. Geek heaven.

Neither being a trained anthropologist nor having a license to practice paleo-ethnography, I am hardly qualified to offer an opinion, but I will anyway -- it struck me as scientifically accurate and altogether a worthy effort. Somehow, though I don't think this guy agrees. Takes all kinds, I guess. Then again, he's got a point -- what kind of idiot would show this movie to a class full of six-year-olds?