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I got 3 days to plow through 3 seasons of the...

I haven’t seen it since it was on round 1. Me and the Mrs are watching but we’ll be months until we’re through 3 seasons.

Just have Crystal watch them for you. I hear her recaps are Legendary.

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Horrible movie. I think I’m going to watch it again.

That’s pretty much how I went into revisiting The Langoliers, a title which so far as I can recall, I probably haven’t seen since it first aired back in 1995.  I was somewhat pleasantly surprised to find that the movie holds up fairly well, in spite of the obvious shortcomings.  

We have to overlook the Langoliers themselves.  The filmmakers decided that bad CG effects would be preferable to bad puppets.  Blame it on the ‘90s.

The story itself and the presentation aren’t all that bad.  The Langoliers shares a similar premise with The Odyssey of Flight 33, from The Twilight Zone.  You may recall in that one, the passenger plane goes through a rift in time and ends up back in the day of the dinosaur.  The story works quite nicely in the half hour format of Season 2.  Remember when the studio execs decided to stretch Twilight Zone to an hour long format for Season 4?  And how Serling told them they were going to ruin it but they went ahead and did it anyway because they needed to fill a time slot?  The result?  Netflix doesn’t even bother offering Twilight Zone Season 4.  They have seasons 1-3, then skip straight to 5.  Serling would approve.

Point being, The Langoliers would have made a good half hour long episode of The Twilight Zone.  This sucker is three hours long.  Four, if you watched it during the original broadcast, with commercial breaks.  Imagine one of the more mediocre Twilight Zone episodes (and one of the more mediocre Stephen King stories) stretched to three hours.  There you have The Langoliers.  It’s not awful exactly.  Just tedious.

The viking didn’t sweat seeing me messaging with my ex. He was next to me on the couch smoking at one point. And I don’t hide shit from him.

So then why the fuck do I feel bad about it? B. lives in fucking Alaska now. And I’m in Romania.

I loved him to the moon and back. We were, dating I guess, online, for like almost a year before he came to see me in Romania. It was awesome, except the fact that I was jealous as fuck, and just didn’t know how to deal with it. And with him. But I was so in love. It was immensely intense. He stayed for two weeks. Which I lived so hard it felt like 2 years. Anyway, he left afterwards.

We kept speaking, and I guess being involved, for almost two more years, making plans to be together for real, and all of that.

Then he decided to cheat. Which he did. He married that woman with whom he cheated on me on. They moved to Alaska, and that was it. It hurt so fucking bad. It took me two years to get over him and open myself up to someone else. That someone was and is the viking.

B. kept writing me little messages and shit like that after we broke it off. I mean just small stuff - stuff so we both could know that we are alive and well in our own worlds.

Then two years ago, he fucking disappeared. I thought he died for real. I wrote him. Nothing. Then I looked up his name and location on google. And I found out he did some time for breaking his wife’s stuff in a domestic dispute. Police records online - they are helpful. Karma is a bitch, huh? I thought to myself when I found out.

So we started talking yesterday. He’s back, divorced, and exactly the same. At least around me.