It is a film that made me laugh because it was funny, laugh because otherwise I’d want to cry, cry at one of the sweetest romances on screen, and applaud both during and at the end.
For all that I enjoyed Space Cowboys, and will probably watch it again, oh dear lord there’s a whole lot of stupid in the set up.
The Stupid isn’t the Premise. Mostly.
I’m not even talking about the core conceit, which is sending antiquated experts up into space to fix antiquated technology. That I can live with, after all John Glenn successfully rode the shuttle when he was 77, and the rest of the core conceit is Artistic License. If you’re not prepared to deal with that on its own terms, why watch Space Cowboys at all? Continue reading
I am a child of the space age. For me The Right Stuff is an iconic film of larger than life heroes, and Royal Space Force: The Wings of Honneamise its opposite in every respect. And somehow they are the same. At the core, at the heart, in their souls.
And oh god I love them both. So be warned, beneath the cuts is quite possibly the longest post I’ve ever written.