Guess what wears its age well?

Last night when Alex finished working he turned on the television, as is his wont. I went ahead and shut down the computer and went to join him.

He was flipping channels, as is his wont, and had alighted, fleetingly, on something that looked familiar. The Spanish dubbing makes it hard to figure out right away, but after a minute I realized it was The Gods Must Be Crazy.

At first I was apprehensive. I enjoyed it so much when I first saw it......wait for it......twenty five years ago, but...well, I was wondering if maybe I've changed a little since then; matured, perhaps, or at least developed more sophisticated taste.

Nope. It's still funny.

Would have been better in English, of course, but still.

Has it been 25 years since you last saw it? Go rent it. It's still fun. Find a friend who enjoys slapstick, or at least visual humor, and give it a watch. If it weren't for the schoolchildren being kidnapped at gunpoint, I'd show it to the kids. They'd love it. You know, but for the automatic weapons.