Like when it can supply me with not just the name of a half-remembered tv-miniseries, but the entirety of it.  Mark Harmon has had a long career, even if I don’t realize it sometimes.

The film is just as over-the-top-silly as I remembered it.  Caricature villains, a rigid social structure under autocratic rule offered up as a impossible utopia to the messiness of a real world under democracy, doomed by the frailties of human ego.

And yet, it still manages to age remarkable well.  It helps that 90% of their time is spent on a liner built during WW2.

Most annoying plot hole is the whole “it’ll never work” rigmarole over the heat exchanger.  What exactly did the script writer think the difference was between a heat exchanger based on lava, and a scotch boiler based on oil?  Pointing out that simply generating more oxygen doesn’t remove carbon-dioxide would have been more believable.  Whatever.

I’m no expert on Buddhism, so I can only suspect that much of the movie’s “point” is showing how the monks need a more practical grounding for their faith, while the gangsters need some spiritual uplifting.

As with any foreign film, there are some idioms that are lost in translation, while other jokes are universally understandable.  I still don’t get the foreign student character, at least not past the most superficial layers.

I was entertained.

Visually stunning is an understatement.  Q~ and I both remarked at how vertigo inducing some of the scenes were, when a character would look over the edge of a great height.

Plot holes big enough to drive one of those warbeasts through, but still highly entertaining.

Some of the songs got new lyrics that I don’t quite approve of, though my like of Christine Baranski allows her Does Your Mother Know.

I dunno that I’d pay to see the show in Vegas though.

Strange, the last words on screen are a statement that no one got paid for using tobacco in the film.