The Films Keep Rolling

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:

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