Saturday night is movie night, when you have no social life and a satellite dish. It might be movie night anyway, for a lot of people, but I don't have a lot of options.
I did have a lot of choices last night, though. The three big movie channels — HBO, Showtime and Starz — all have new movies on Saturday, but usually at least one is something I don't care about. Last night's choices didn't include anything I was dying to see, but they all held some tangential interest, so I sat down with the satellite guide and figured out how I could watch them all.
And it worked. I watched movies, off and on, from five in the afternoon until two thirty in the morning. In brief:
I Dreamed of Africa, proof that not all true stories should be put on film, just because they can. There really isn't much reason to see this movie on the small screen, and when it was in the theaters I didn't care. Seeing all those sweeping vistas on the big screen might have made this one more palatable, though.
Snow Day, a film whose parts are better than the whole, and whose kid actors are better than the adults. There were a few nice scenes, most of them featuring the wonderful Schuyler Fisk, but the move is a meandering, ridiculous mess.
Mission to Mars, which I liked more than the other two, despite the lineup of stock space opera characters. One of those was played by Gary Sinise, a favorite of mine. It was pretty standard stuff, mostly, but fun.
I wish I could say I had the TV off all day today, to make up for the hours squandered on all this unenlightening entertainment, but I watched a little basketball and a little baseball. It was the first Giants game televised in the Bay Area, but it was against the A's, featuring their announcers. So I turned off the TV sound and turned on the Giants' radio broadcast.