It's the dawn of a new year, dearest readers, and that means there ain't shit in the theaters this weekend. This is most convenient, as it's usually around this time of the seasons that I make my annual pilgrimage to the Mecca that is Stanley Kubrick's 1964 genius Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Bomb. Many of the masses disregard this as a film from an earlier generation that has nothing to lend to modern audiences, but I wholeheartedly disagree. In fact, it is almost more relevant on all levels in 2012 than it was forty eight years ago. Not only is it a brilliantly written take on government, war and the people behind the curtain making the decisions, it is a testament to the amazing skills of both George C. Scott and Peter Sellers.
Normally, it would be here where I would chastise you if you have never given this one a viewing, but I, too, am attempting to channel my inner Buddha and will let it slide. Just this once, suckas. Now hightail it to your closest screen and get to it.