Poor horsey went from being dominated by one primate to another. (Fox)
Tonight, after spending six hours at a BBQ place, I went to go pay $19.50 to watch my most anticipated movie of 2014: Dawn of the Planet of the Apes. (I’ve been dreaming of this day since seeing Rise of the Planet of the Apes with my cousin at the way-too-quaint Marquis Theatre in Middlebury, Vermont, three years ago.) I suppose I could have saved five bucks by waiting 45 minutes for a non-RPX screening, but I have lost all ability to kill time.
(By the way, If you’re interested in hearing me wax poetic about the glorious Labor Day weekend in 1998 when AMC was marathoning all five original Planet of the Apes films [including the Roddy McDowell–hosted documentary Behind the Planet of the Apes], JUST ASK.)
Meanwhile, here are some lingering questions I have from Dawn of the Planet of the Apes…