Imagine a rusted, medieval film can having survived centuries, a long lost D. W. Griffith / Georges Méliès co-production, a film left to us from the Bronze Age, a time when images were smelted and boiled rather than merely taken, when they poured down like silver, not to be fixed and washed, but free to form and coagulate into unstable, temporary molds, mere holding patterns of faces, places, and things, shape-shifting according to whim.
When diabolical genius Dr. Evil travels back in time to steal superspy Austin Powers's "mojo," Austin must return to the swingin' '60s himself -- with the help of American agent Felicity Shagwell -- to stop the dastardly plan.
Greed, revenge, world dominance, high-tech terrorism -- it's all in a day's work for cunning MI6 agent James Bond, who's on a mission to protect beautiful oil heiress Elektra King from a notorious terrorist.
Dashing legionnaire Rick O'Connell and Beni, his weasel of a companion, stumble upon the hidden ruins of Hamunaptra while in the midst of a battle in 1923, 3,000 years after Imhotep has suffered a fate worse than death; his body will remain undead for all eternity as a punishment for a forbidden love.
Have you watched Psalm II: Walking Distance yet? What did you think about it?