So I was driving the other day when I was caught behind a rusty Saab with spinning rims. Despite how hilariously disgusting it was, I wasn’t laughing at this Saab, as the driver believed cruising at a steady 10mph on 30mph road was somehow appropriate. I attempted to pass the car several times, but, miraculously, I could not get ahead of the driver. I laid on my horn, screamed myself hoarse, I even threw my Anthony Robbins cassette tapes at the vehicle, yet nothing could move the car along. After driving the entire length of the street, the car finally turned into a garage. I slammed on the accelerator to get a good look at the driver, however the only distinguishable features of the person were bristled white hair, a wrinkled forehead and thick framed glasses. I continued to yell long after leaving the driver behind.
So what does this have to do with Twentieth Century Fox’s Rise of the Plant of the Apes?
Both scenarios involved poorly refurbished versions of the original product, went unnecessarily long, had repeating moments of sheer frustration, predictable endings, and should have laws created to stop this type of situation from reoccurring.