How to Make Bryce Unhappy

Stick him in a hot room. That’s it. I’m really quite easy to make irate, though making me jump through passport hoops and THEN putting me in a hot room can speed up the process. I’m not kidding. It’s way too hot in this library. Maybe it’s the Hawaiian shirt I have on.

Last night I finally got around to watching one of the Road to . . . Movies: Road to Bali. I have to say I was disappointed, although looking through the various version on imdb, I’m led to believe I started with one of the weaker ones. I’m a Bing Crosby and Bob Hope fan, so I thought this would be right up my alley. And there were certainly funny parts. I mean, anytime you put a Bob Hope mask on a chimp, hilarity must ensue. I think that’s Newton’s Fifth Law or something. But the biggest thing that killed my overall enjoyment of the movie was the lack of a real plot. It was just one set up after another, loosely tied together. Of course, I realize the majority of the jokes were aimed at the audience of the time (1952), of which I am decidedly not. But still . . . Maybe I’ll try one of the higher reviewed ones someday. But not today. Two stars out of four, despite all my grousing.

All right. I’ll go back to sweating now. All I can say is that everyone around me better be darn glad I’m not Bruce Banner, because I’d be green and smashing things right now if I were.