Tag Archive | Michael Crichton

Jarv’s Birthday Series Redux: Coma (1978)



This is the penultimate review for the Birthday Series Redux, as I’m waiting for the atrocity released on 23rd August 2012 to make it to Lovefilm. However, when I had originally planned this run, the early Michael Crichton scripted medical thriller Coma was going to be the last review. However, sheer laziness won out, and I’ve got to look at something from 2012 as well. Anyway, this is the Birthday Series, and the rules are simple: Review one film released as near to your birthday as possible. Today, it’s  Michael Crichton directed Coma, a taut, plausible and downright scary medical thriller that was released on 24th August 1978 in, er, Mexico. Look, it’s bloody difficult finding any release dates for a film back then. Be thankful that I got anything.

Contains Hospital sanctioned organ heists and spoilers below.

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Just Pillow Talk’s Birthday Nightmare: Sphere (1998)

This review series really is compelling. Not in any sort of pleasant way, more as if we’re standing here rubbernecking at a car crash. I’ve never seen such a list of absolute garbage in a series before (and I’m the mug doing video game adaptations) with nary a break from the cycle of depression.

Poor old Just Pillow Talk clearly now has what can only be described as battered reviewer syndrome. He’s almost passed through every stage of grief and is now circling in a sort of dull, weary acceptance with only the thought that “This time it will be better” to console him. Except, sadly, this time it’s 1998 platinum stinker Sphere, a film that I would unquestionably Orangutan of Doom.

Having read the review, I seriously think we need to get him some medical help. Or some quality drugs.

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I have not done one of these since the end of June so I figured it’s time. It’s an odd collection of books I’ll be reviewing. I think that is due to the fact that I was marooned in Hawaii for a few months like I was a passenger on Oceanic Flight 815 and I’m now being held as an enemy combatant at Quantico. So without further preamble, let’s dig in.

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