Things are remaining movie-heavy around these parts. I didn’t get around to watching any of the movies I checked out on Friday, but I did spend the bulk of my Sunday shut in the dungeon of the Humanities Fine Arts Building, watching:
a) The 1968 “Planet of the Apes,” starring Charlton Heston. I didn’t even know it was him until the credits rolled at the end. Had I known it was Mr. Heston, I probably wouldn’t have spent the bulk of the movie imitating his shallwesay bared teeth way of talking.
b) The 2011 “Rise of the Planet of the Apes,” during which I lost most of my remaining respect for James Franco. It’s just too bad that furrowing one’s brow no longer counts as acting.
And now back to my story. Here’s a hint as to its subject matter: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alice_Paul