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by The Editors August 16, 2007
The Movies On Cable We Can't Resist

--Miss Alli

I guess I could excuse the fact that I've probably seen Contact seventeen times on the fact that William Fichtner, the most cheekbonily intense of my TV boyfriends, is in it, but even I have to admit that Fichtie barely justifies even a single viewing. His hair is frizzy and dyed a dowdy brown, and when I tell you that he's playing a blind scientist named Kent, I mean to tell you, he is playing the hell out of that guy; he's cocking his head and staring all Miracle Worker into the middle distance, he's bonking into stuff with merry unseeing abandon...one of the movie's keywords on IMDb is "ham radio," and with good reason.

But I watch it every time it comes on. And I watch the entire godforsaken bloated thing, which, with commercials, clocks a running time of approximately eight hours. True, it includes such ridonkulous delights as: Matthew McConaughey as a governmental spiritual advisor; Jodie Foster attempting to convince the audience that she is attracted to men, much less to that doofy hippie of the cloth, while clenching her jaw a lot; Angela Bassett looking like she's going dig Carl Sagan up and kick his ass for involving her in this bombastic mess; and Tooooom Skerriiiiiiiiitt iiiin spaaaaaaaaaaaaace, because when you, in your capacity as NASA, receive a set of mysterious spacecraft plans on a transmission from outer freakin' space, and you actually build the thing with the blank check Reverend McConaughey evidently convinced the government to write you, the logical person to send up in the giant-executive-desk-toy orb you've cobbled together is obviously an old dude with a mustache that is going to throw off the launch sequence.

But as much as I enjoy RevMac's hilarious intonations about the meeting of God and science (not to mention the gi-GAN-tic cross he is sporting OVER HIS BLACK TURTLENECK), the reason I watch it -- the reason I watch the whole thing, every time -- is the reunion between Jodie Foster and her alien non-dad dad at the end. She's so happy to see him, and David Morse is great at playing quietly menacing bad guys but he's even better at playing gentle dads, and it's cute, and I always cry. ...What? I've been watching TV for eight hours by that time! My eyes are irritated -- it's a physiological response! ...Shut up.

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by The Editors August 16, 2007
The Movies On Cable We Can’t Resist --Miss Alli I guess I could excuse the fact that I've probably seen Contact seventeen times on the fact that William Fichtner, the most cheekbonily intense of my TV boyfriends, is in it, but even I have to admit that Fichtie barely justifies even a single viewing. His hair is frizzy and dyed a dowdy brown, and when I tell you that he's playing a blind scientist named Kent, I mean to tell you, he is playing the hell out of that guy; he's cocking his head and staring all Miracle Worker into the middle distance, he's bonking into stuff with merry unseeing abandon...one of the movie's keywords on IMDb is "ham radio," and with good reason. But I watch it every time it comes on. And I watch the entire godforsaken bloated thing, which, with commercials, clocks a running time of approximately eight hours. True, it includes such ridonkulous delights as: Matthew McConaughey as a governmental spiritual advisor; Jodie Foster attempting to convince the audience that she is attracted to men, much less to that doofy hippie of the cloth, while clenching her jaw a lot; Angela Bassett looking like she's going dig Carl Sagan up and kick his ass for involving her in this bombastic mess; and Tooooom Skerriiiiiiiiitt iiiin spaaaaaaaaaaaaace, because when you, in your capacity as NASA, receive a set of mysterious spacecraft plans on a transmission from outer freakin' space, and you actually build the thing with the blank check Reverend McConaughey evidently convinced the government to write you, the logical person to send up in the giant-executive-desk-toy orb you've cobbled together is obviously an old dude with a mustache that is going to throw off the launch sequence. But as much as I enjoy RevMac's hilarious intonations about the meeting of God and science (not to mention the gi-GAN-tic cross he is sporting OVER HIS BLACK TURTLENECK), the reason I watch it -- the reason I watch the whole thing, every time -- is the reunion between Jodie Foster and her alien non-dad dad at the end. She's so happy to see him, and David Morse is great at playing quietly menacing bad guys but he's even better at playing gentle dads, and it's cute, and I always cry. ...What? I've been watching TV for eight hours by that time! My eyes are irritated -- it's a physiological response! ...Shut up.

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