"G.I. Joe: Retribution" with Jason yesterday. Having his eyes was a
useful experience. I may have used up my Bad Movie tolerance for the
year already...but I have to admit to enjoying it, in a 9-year-old boy
kinda way. There was a bogglingly grin-worthy Ninja sequence on a
snowy mountain that was a kind of perfection of the absurd. If you go
to see a movie called "G.I. Joe" starring The Rock...this is what you
came to see.
For those who can access their inner 9 year old...a "B". All others...beware.
For the last thirty years or so I’ve been a lecturer, coach, novelist and television writer. For the last forty years I’ve been involved variously in the martial arts, and for all my life I’ve studied and enjoyed yoga. Not that I worked at it as hard and honestly as I should have—I’d be a combination of BKS Iyengar and Bruce Lee if I had.
After publishing about three million words of science fiction (including the New York Times bestsellers The Legacy of Heorot and The Cestus Deception) and having about twenty hours of produced television shows (including The Twilight Zone, Outer Limits, Andromeda, and Stargate, as well as four episodes of the immortal Baywatch), I’ve got opinions on the writing life.
After earning black belts in Judo and Karate, and practicing the Indonesian art of Pentjak Silat Serak for the last fifteen, well, I have some opinions there, as well. And having struggled to live consciously since childhood...well, those opinions are probably strongest of all.