Requiescat in pace, Slim Whitman.
Honor this man, remembering always that that he once single-handedly saved our species. Single-voicedly, rather.
This Slim Whitman effect, and maybe Martin Short, were the ONLY good things in Mars Attacks.
For some reason, this movie tickled my entire family’s funnybone. Don’t know why, but we’ve watched it several times and had fun.
It definitely was funny, in its way. The negative reaction might be because I took my kids to see it, in a theater, with the expectation of another cutesy Nightmare Before Christmas. If they’d called it National Lampoon’s Mars Attacks, I would have had the right kind of expectations.
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