
Awww yeah, son. You ready for some hot whale-on-Barry-Bostwick* action? You know you is. Mockbuster studio The Asylum is finally telling the story of Herman Melville’s Moby Dick the way it was meant to be told, with helicopters and explosions. Can you handle the intensity of “a submarine commander off the reservation with a boatload full of nukes”? Can you take the Bostwick gravitas of lines like:
- “I’d strike the Sun if it insulted me!”
- “I’ve seen it with my own eyes. It took my leg in ’69.”
- “Howie’s [?] not a whale. He’s the devil himself!”
Call me Ishmael. *guitar solo*
2010: Moby Dick goes straight to DVD and yo’ mamma’s bedroom November 30th.
* Sorry, I meant Golden Globe winner Barry Bostwick. Awww sh-t, son. There be awards and sh-t all up in this piece. CHUCH.




This is one whale of a FAIL.
Whoa! Renee O’Connor??? Gabrielle from Xena??? MUST HAVE!
What in the hell type of whale is that? And not to get all literary and shit, but the book is a masterpiece and these fuckers just pissed on it. Yay Hollywood.
I’ve already incorporated some of those lines into my arsenal.
“I’d strike my son if he insulted me!”
/8 year old cowers in corner.
Can we officially declare the phrase “off the reservation” as obsolete? It not longer means what you think it means. Getting off the reservation means you go to college and maybe don’t waste your entire paycheck playing $3 blackjack.
So it has nothing to do with firewater or small pox?