Reviews

Thank goodness for YouTube. I am watching episode after episode on my 82" Smart TV. Great anthology of the Silent Service.

When the television reporter announces Alan Shepard's launch, he states that the rocket will "reach a height of 165 miles per hour." 165 miles per hour is a speed, not an altitude.

It's a Farrelly movie, for God's sake! Get over it.

If you thought the drunk chick sneezing and shitting all over the bathtub wall in Hall Pass was funny - if the "frank and beans" in There's Something About Mary made you cringe - if Stiffler, drinking beer with spunk in it in American Pie made you gag - or Austin Power's cup of "nutty" coffee made you quit drinking Joe - Then this movie is definitely for you. A-List stars doing nasty stuff.

AMAZING how they got away with it!!

The only thing that would have made the movie any better (worse) than it is, is if they had Dennis' crazy brother Randy Quaid in it.

Wake up America. Our FREEDOMS are eroding right before our very eyes and the lame-stream media is NOT there to tell us the truth. Only to spoon feed us the canned propaganda of the government machine... the monster that we have allowed it to become.

I do not even recognize the country that I risked my life for in the service of this country 40 years ago.

If you have read the reviews of actual viewers and those of "professional" movie critics, you can see where the problem lies within this country. You see, the problem with the main stream press is that they are the product of the liberal indoctrination of academia. It has no soul.

It is a shame that jurists portend that the Constitution protects us not "of religion" as intended, but rather from religion. There is not a small in town in America that, in putting up a nativity scene has refused those of another faith from putting up their religious symbol(s).

Yet it is those of another faith who are the complainants. Are the tenants of religion so far apart? Except for whomever "brought the message of God," does not God wish us all to follow a path of righteousness?

A late 2009 online Harris poll of 2,303 U.S. adults (18 and older) found that "82% of adult Americans believe in God", the same number as in two earlier polls in 2005 and 2007. Another 9% said they did not believe in God, and 9% said that they were not sure. It further concluded, "Large majorities also believe in miracles (76%), heaven (75%), that Jesus is God or the Son of God (73%), in angels (72%), the survival of the soul after death (71%), and in the resurrection of Jesus (70%). Less than half (45%) of adults believe in Darwin's theory of evolution but this is more than the 40% who believe in creationism.

In closing, I saw this movie today with about 60 other patrons. During the rolling of the end credits, you would hear a pin drop... no one got up to leave. At the end of the credits, the entire audience stood and applauded. Walking out, strangers commented to one another what they just witnessed.

A thirty minute drive home and the time to write this review, and I still have butterflies in my stomach. How rare in this society of "entertain me" and instant gratification that a movie reaches inside you, grabs you by the spine and makes you think!

An absolutely MUST SEE movie... if you have an open mind.

I served on the Columbia River lightship and I can say, without a doubt, it was the best duty I had in the Coast Guard. Sometimes monotonous, we did get plenty of fishing and managed to poach a crab pot or two. And getting two weeks off after a month aboard without touching your 30 day annual leave surely made up for the semi-isolated duty that transpired. Also, the ride back and forth to the beach across the Columbias River Bar certainly was worth the price of admission. My lightship was WLV-605 which was homeported at the Coast Guard Bouy Base inside the Ballard Locks. Little enlistedman's bar, I remember poor-boy night; the night before payday when schooners of beer were 25 cents. A Coastie with five bucks in his pocket was popular. I also remember playing a dice game, Ship Captain Crew, for beer. After refit, we would steam up Puget Sound, around Tatoosh Head and down the Washington Coast to station. Boy, I wish I cold turn back the hands of time and have just one more rotation on that Galloping Red Ghost of the Pacific Northwest Coast.