My roommates put on Nine Lives and what unfolded on the screen rapidly triggered primal "fight or flight" instincts in my brain. I massaged the deepest tissues of my temples hoping to reach my traumatized frontal lobes. My gaze was helpless and shifted from sad face to the next, each illumined by phone screens in futile attempts at distraction. Yet, no one was willing to turn the movie off and take control back of our lives. Soon I was paralyzed by the fear that if I acted on these impulses and ran out screaming into the night or assailed the TV with a hammer, my friends would judge me too pretentious to enjoy a simple little family flick like Nine Lives. When it was over, they said it had been "cute", and retired in defeat to their rooms. I can't believe I'm part of the same species as those who spawned this film/soul-crushing mind control experiment. Nine Lives make me wonder if there is any truth to David Icke's assertion that Hollywood is run by evil reptilian monsters masquerading as human beings.
Review of Nine Lives
