The only thing I remember about this film is that Sandrine Holt was beautiful and unclad, but Johnny Moronic covered the film in extreme depth, like minute-by-minute extreme.

I did review the film decades ago.

The good news: it was actually filmed on Easter Island, giving you an opportunity to see what few outsiders have seen.

The bad news: it was actually filmed on Easter Island, which has no local support staff suitable for a film project, and can’t even provide food and shelter for the professionals you have to fly in. As shown in the “making of” special feature on the DVD, even the weather on Easter Island is unpleasant. This is not Hawaii. The people who wore skimpy native garb while on camera were wearing winter coats when the cameras were off!

Roger Ebert wrote a very entertaining review. You might expect that my review would be about nudity, while Roger’s would be filled with insider info and insights into the film’s historical plausibility. In fact, the exact opposite is true. I went Full Nerd on that mofo, while ol’ Rog really went ape for the knockers.

Ebert wrote “Concern for my reputation prevents me from recommending this movie. I wish I had more nerve. I wish I could simply write, ‘Look, of course it’s one of the worst movies ever made. But it has hilarious dialogue, a weirdo action climax, a bizarre explanation for the faces of Easter Island, and dozens if not hundreds of wonderful bare breasts.’ I am however a responsible film critic and must conclude that ‘Rapa Nui’ is a bad film. If you want to see it anyway, of course, that’s strictly your concern. I think I may check it out again myself.”

What is going on with the back of Mussolini’s head?

Former President Trump posted his mug shot on Twitter (now called X for some reason not really clear to me). It is the first time he has used his account since it was reinstated, making it his first tweet in two and a half years. Are they still called “tweets” or are they now “exes”? Twitter has changed the name of the button from “Tweet” to “Post.”

Who knew that the mug shot had an “inventor”? His name was Alphonse “Glaciale” Bertillon, which translates into English as Al “Frosty” Mug, who also founded the A&W Root Beer chain. Nah. Just fuckin’ witcha. But some mug named Alphonse Bertillon really is credited with creating the format.

“Mug” is an English slang term for “face,” dating from the 18th century, before the development of photography. According to my OED, when the term was first applied to photographs of criminals, it was a solo noun (without the “shot”), as in “He had his mug taken in fireman’s clothes.”

OED also lists these definitions of mug (as a noun):

1. “A stupid or incompetent person, a ‘muff’, ‘duffer’; a fool, simpleton; a card-sharper’s dupe.”
2. “A person, fellow, chap; spec. (a) a rough or ugly person; a criminal; (b) applied by criminals to someone who is not part of the underworld; (c) a policeman.”

It’s an interesting word, with many other meanings related to faces. As a verb, it means “to attack and rob,” as I’m sure you all know, but OED says it used to mean specifically to strike someone in the face, and the meaning morphed over time into a less specific form of attack. It can also mean “to make a face” in lowbrow comedy, as in “Milton Berle was always mugging for the camera.” It can also mean to put on facial make-up for the theater.


As opposed to other, comparable underworld-type slang, “mug” is not size-restricted. Galoots and lugs are always “big” (there’s no Disney film about the littlest galoot), but “mugs” can be any size, as in “I ran into some nasty little mug outside of Flanagan’s”