Ook.

I think that, of all the mysteries in the world, the one I'm least likely to ever solve is that of my own mind.

I'm usually quite good at suspending my disbelief when necessary, especially for the sake of enjoying a movie. If need be, I'm quite capable of actually choking it by the neck until it's completely dead. I can sit through 'Babe: Pig in the City' and muster actual sympathy for the cute kittens and concern at the fate of the poor, misused bull terrier. I can watch 'Gattaca,' and acknowledge the plot flaws, and still appreciate it as a movie and accept what happens within the story as true-for-that-reality.

So why is it that I can't take the new 'Planet of the Apes' at all seriously? I've never even seen the original. I don't have any loyalty to be betrayed by changes that were made. I can swallow the minor holes of language, genetic diversity issues, and the apes evolving drastically while the humans somehow remain unchanged by time. Bad, but I can manage to stuff a pillow over the little voice in my head shouting 'Wrong!' and go on watching.

But.... where the hell did the horses come from? Not the spaceship. Not the planet. So. Spontaneous generation of aesthetically desireable accessories? Of course. That was just too much to choke down the already crushed and narrow passages of my disbelief, and I had an extremely hard time keeping a straight face through the rest of the movie. Sadly, though, I don't think it was meant to be a comedy....

Still, it was a very pretty movie. On the whole, though, I think I'll stay with talking pigs and animated superheros. Much easier to believe.