Huh. I never knew Time After Time was originally a novel. I'm usually pretty good about sussing out stuff like that, but I guess teen me dropped the ball on that one when I first saw the film back in the 80s.
As for the sequel... I honestly thought the name read as Kari Alexander and thought it was some Laurell K. Hamilton/Stephenie Meyer wannabe who was trying to cash in on the urban fantasy (read: paranormal romance) craze by deciding to corner the market on time travelling serial killer chicks. Amazingly enough, the actuality of the situation disturbs me more than my mistaken assumption. #jaclyntheripper
Here's how I imagine that whole thing comes about:
Karl Alexander enters his lovely retirement villa, after checking his mail. There's a red envelope from Netflix, some catalogs, and his bank statement. He opens the Netflix envelope. It's an episode of the Battlestar Galactica--he's been catching up on the last season. He pops the disk into his DVD player and settles down on his leather couch. On-screen, Katee Sackhoff's Starbuck is glaring at Lee Adama with a mixture of hate and smoldering sexuality. Karl idly flips through the L.L. Bean catalog. Those are some nice boots--they'd be great for hiking in the snow. On-screen, Gaius Baltar does something smarmy. Starbuck glares at him with a mixture of hate and extra-strong double-hate. Karl fiddles with the envelope from the bank. Tigh says something salty. Karl opens the envelope. "Sweet mother of all that's good and holy!" he shrieks. On-screen, Admiral Adama takes off his glasses and frowns. Karl grabs his phone and calls his broker. "God of my fathers, sweet merciful heavens, what happened to all my money?!"
"Well, Karl," his broker says smoothly," it's the global economic meltdown. It hit your portfolio pretty hard. If it's any comfort, you're not alone. Look, why don't you make a sequel to that thing you did?"
The broker smiles. It's the fifth time today he's said that to some panicky show-biz type--unwittingly setting forth a horrific chain of events that eventually result in Beverly Hills Cop IV, and Ferris Bueller Returns, among other things.
"A sequel!" Karl shrieks. "There can be no sequel! The story is self contained! There's no where to..." On-screen, Katee Sackhoff's Starbuck is yelling at Lee Adama with a mixture of hate and smoldering sexuality. Karl at first had been skeptical of a female Starbuck, but now he has a deep secret aching crush on her.
"There's... not...well, maybe, he jibbers at his broker. "Ok. Sequel. Right. I think I got something. Bye."
He hangs up, and starts to write. On-screen, Katee Sackhoff' smiles with a mixture of hate and smoldering sexuality. #jaclyntheripper
This is krap.
Book YARM maybe or kind of.
The original movie is definately worth watching if you never saw it.It didnot need another novel.This is just plain weird. #jaclyntheripper
Because, obviously, male sociopaths can't possibly fall in love or does he mean female sociopaths are more prone to it?
A slightly better premise (or at least more palatable) would involve Amy's visit to her family going wonky, ending up in 2009 and releasing Jack back into 1980-something say a week before his first defeat with his gender intact. Oh, and toss in a few ghost children and ...uh... have Amy's grandma involved somehow. There, it writes itself.
I've read this three times and I still haven't wrapped my head around this...A sequel to Time After Time and Jack the Ripper is a girl...for some reason...Makes my head hurt and not in that fun way like after drinking too much rum but in the bad way like being hit in the head by a brick. #jaclyntheripper
@Palmerlime: The other memorable scene from that movie is when new-to-the-future HG Wells is walking up a hill, stops, collapses against a wall, then pulls out a flask and starts drinking. Out of context, that scene probably doesn't sound as awesome as when you see it in context, and it's still out of context. #jaclyntheripper
What's with Mary Steamedburger and time-travellers? First Jack, then Emmet "doc" Brown... Not to mention young Fringe observers... Talk about chicks with weird fetiches. #jaclyntheripper
Am I the only one who feels "The Department of Questions You Never Wanted Answered" would make a pretty darn groovy novel, TV show, movie, comic, intraweb thingy, actual gov't department, musical? #jaclyntheripper
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As for the sequel... I honestly thought the name read as Kari Alexander and thought it was some Laurell K. Hamilton/Stephenie Meyer wannabe who was trying to cash in on the urban fantasy (read: paranormal romance) craze by deciding to corner the market on time travelling serial killer chicks. Amazingly enough, the actuality of the situation disturbs me more than my mistaken assumption. #jaclyntheripper
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Karl Alexander enters his lovely retirement villa, after checking his mail. There's a red envelope from Netflix, some catalogs, and his bank statement. He opens the Netflix envelope. It's an episode of the Battlestar Galactica--he's been catching up on the last season. He pops the disk into his DVD player and settles down on his leather couch. On-screen, Katee Sackhoff's Starbuck is glaring at Lee Adama with a mixture of hate and smoldering sexuality. Karl idly flips through the L.L. Bean catalog. Those are some nice boots--they'd be great for hiking in the snow. On-screen, Gaius Baltar does something smarmy. Starbuck glares at him with a mixture of hate and extra-strong double-hate. Karl fiddles with the envelope from the bank. Tigh says something salty. Karl opens the envelope. "Sweet mother of all that's good and holy!" he shrieks. On-screen, Admiral Adama takes off his glasses and frowns. Karl grabs his phone and calls his broker. "God of my fathers, sweet merciful heavens, what happened to all my money?!"
"Well, Karl," his broker says smoothly," it's the global economic meltdown. It hit your portfolio pretty hard. If it's any comfort, you're not alone. Look, why don't you make a sequel to that thing you did?"
The broker smiles. It's the fifth time today he's said that to some panicky show-biz type--unwittingly setting forth a horrific chain of events that eventually result in Beverly Hills Cop IV, and Ferris Bueller Returns, among other things.
"A sequel!" Karl shrieks. "There can be no sequel! The story is self contained! There's no where to..." On-screen, Katee Sackhoff's Starbuck is yelling at Lee Adama with a mixture of hate and smoldering sexuality. Karl at first had been skeptical of a female Starbuck, but now he has a deep secret aching crush on her.
"There's... not...well, maybe, he jibbers at his broker. "Ok. Sequel. Right. I think I got something. Bye."
He hangs up, and starts to write. On-screen, Katee Sackhoff' smiles with a mixture of hate and smoldering sexuality. #jaclyntheripper
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Book YARM maybe or kind of.
The original movie is definately worth watching if you never saw it.It didnot need another novel.This is just plain weird. #jaclyntheripper
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Because, obviously, male sociopaths can't possibly fall in love or does he mean female sociopaths are more prone to it?
A slightly better premise (or at least more palatable) would involve Amy's visit to her family going wonky, ending up in 2009 and releasing Jack back into 1980-something say a week before his first defeat with his gender intact. Oh, and toss in a few ghost children and ...uh... have Amy's grandma involved somehow. There, it writes itself.
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On the bad side this sequel sounds needless and lame. So, it's win/lose really for me. #jaclyntheripper
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For example:
What is Goatse?
What is 2 Girls 1 Cup?
What is Tub Girl?
The list goes on. And you really don't want the answers. Unfortunately you often don't know the question until after you've discovered the answer.
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it sure is horrifically efficient :) #jaclyntheripper
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