CarrionCrow: Right, right. The woman and the rabbi are working together to dismantle the cult that the girl started after the whole 10 year flash-forward thing, and the guy in the Disneyland shirt is the contact they have to convince in order to find out where it's meeting so the woman can get her son back. Course, you and I both know how the whole storyline with that goes vis-a-vis the son, the cult leader, and what the mother has to do when she realizes what must be done.
The mother's speech before she sets in with the power drill?
Well, I'm not ashamed to admit it still brings a tear to my eye.
Also, it might have been a bit on the immediately dark side, but I greatly enjoyed the fact that the old man only had one eye, even if some of the critics didn't get that part and complained in their reviews about it.
Norse mythology so rarely gets a decent representation in media, so seeing that nod to the avatar of Odin, albeit in the body of an elderly man with a penchant for dressing up like superheroes due to his advanced age, quite interestingly presented.
A fair point, and you'd be shocked if I told you that there is an alarmingly low percentage of Vikings who wash their underwear in spring water, in spite of what the legends say. But that's getting away from the point. What I want to know is how long it took Phil Silvers to drink the Hudson River to within an inch of its life (and his). Some say a week (preposterous) and some say shut up. Both answers, I have to say, are unsatisfactory. But what is the true answer? Perhaps no one will ever know...
You know, it's not only shocking to read that, it's more than a little disheartening, truth be told. Underwear freshly laundered in the waters of a flowing mountain spring sounds downright refreshing. The loss saddens me.
Such is the price of so-called progress, I guess.
If I remember correctly, doesn't it take Phil roughly as long as it takes for the distress signal to reach the space Vikings' interstellar longship? Not a big fan of that, it seemed horribly contrived that he'd be able to funnel the water through the portal in his stomach to keep the entire eastern seaboard from becoming infected with the otherworldly substance at the EXACT SAME TIME that Mr. Viney shows up fully healed from his run-in with the Girl Scouts. But I guess that answers the age-old question of how long it ever takes someone to do something. I thought it was common knowledge - it takes as long as the script says. No more, no less. I mean, duh, that's a no-brainer.
Some people just like to nitpick.
I know, I know, a lot of people give the whole transit time of an interstellar longboat being rowed to Earth by way of propulsion oars a lot of grief as well, but seriously. It's space Vikings. If they can't get behind that, then to hell with them, I say.
