In God We Tru$t - a 1980 movie with Andy Kaufman as a sleazy televangelist, Marty Feldman as a hapless monk, and Richard Pryor as God.

Just doesn't pack the same punch. "No, the Father is of a *different* substance from the Son!" "Up yours, you're wrong, they're like totally of the same substance."

Gnosticism was also about class warfare. For the Gnostics, the bad guys were "the Rulers," and they meant that in every way, because they saw the worldly empire that ruled them with brutal force and the class structure that brutality propped up as a natural result of the spiritual imperialism of the archons.

I haven't seen it, so maybe the actual film belies this idea, but maybe they were making a movie about some generic guy who saves a town and the suits decided midway through that they might sell a few more tickets if they make the guy into Hercules.

Productivity should be high enough at that point where people don't need to work for a wage anymore. The sf authors used to call that "post-scarcity."

I'm picturing an opening sequence - FallingHandCam follows the hand through space, through a few silly misadventures and near-misses, and finally falling through the atmosphere and safely setting down in the sand in time for the director nameplate - set to the goofy music used in the opening of Men In Black.

The dimensions of the starting sheet of paper are left as an exercise for the reader.

And don't forget Rep. Baker cheering the fact that Katrina hastened the de-comissioning of the housing projects in New Orleans: "We finally cleaned up public housing in New Orleans. We couldn't do it, but God did."

Oh good, because it's been annoying to see that anthropic principle nonsense come around every six months or so as if it were a serious philosophical idea or something.

Cool, but they look heavy. What if I need to re-arrange my living room, who's going to help reposition it?

The first half of this was a truly awesome disaster flick. The second half was so bogged down and boring.

I was going to post this one. The concept had so much potential, and then it went all standard horror-movie fare.

Who could forget Ivanova as death incarnate?

Mark Hamill.

The set in New Orleans took up a large chunk of downtown - the stretch of Rampart Street from Canal to Perdido - for over two months, and of course all the side-streets to and from were inaccessible. I wasn't able to go in there (and I'm not really the sort to go snooping) but what I could see looked incredible. I…

All this, plus there's a pretty big Kryptoforming machine in the Indian Ocean that helps supports Superman's case.

If young girls like it, it will be universally vilified.

The Star Trek mirror universe, because naturally.

Came to this thread to post this.