Super Cyclone

One of the many interests that Gary and I have shared over the years - as we also always did with his mother - was the love of really bad movies.  I'd hate to think how many horrific science fiction and monster movies we've watched together, and that, of course, also explains our shared love of Mystery Science Theater 3000.  This visit we've had the opportunity to watch several movies together, both more legitimate ones at the Roxie downtown - Ant-Man (not bad for a Marvel Universe movie - pretty clever at times) and Mr. Holmes (excellent and highly recommended) - but also a couple real dogs we streamed on Netflix - Super Cyclone and Earth vs the Asteroid.  While we both really loved Mr. Holmes, and discussed it and the entire Holmes canon over coffee at Muddy Waters after the show, I think we had the best time laughing over the utter absurdity of Super Cyclone, which was one of those embarrassingly bad movies where the continuity errors are beyond belief (sort of like Plan 9 From Outer Space bad) - we're driving at night, during the day, during a storm, in the sunlight, fake rain is falling on the car - but somehow not getting rid of the dust on the car, and now it's dark again - and on and on and on.  Priceless.  Ming Na clearly had a student loan payment due when they approached her with that script.

Grabbing sushi at the co-op before the movie.  If we were with my excellent friend Cinse we'd have smuggled malted milk balls into the theater, but we weren't, and so no one did, nor has she ever done so - nor anyone else.