Posthuman Blues

I've had a mostly broken TV/VCR combo languishing in my closet for a few years. Tonight, on a whim, I hauled it out and managed to get an old "Seinfeld" tape playing (the one where Kramer visits Elaine's psychiatrist and George almost ruins Jerry's deal with NBC). Then, waxing nostalgic, I watched the first of "Beneath the Planet of the Apes" (an ancient cassette with a yellowing jacket that I picked up at a pawn shop ages ago).





"Beneath" is a stupid movie on several levels. But at the same time it has a strangely implacable ambient menace. I'm forever fascinated by the scene in which the main astronaut character, accompanied by Nova, discovers the New York City tunnel system while fleeing from a pack of gun-toting gorillas.