James Roday and Michael Weston in Extinction

Saw Extinction last night, and I won't ruin the surprise ending for you, but I swear James Roday was pointing at me! I was like, "Oh my God! James Roday is pointing right at me!"

I love Roday. I'm down with his whole thing. That being said, I think the dude has spent too much time in California, and the absolute saddest thing in the world is that it kind of felt like he knew it. It felt like he he thought, "Yes! This is real! Something I can take back to NYC!," and then he got here and was like, "Oh shit.. I forgot that shit that seems cool and sophisticated in L.A. seems like it was written by a 9th grader in New York."

But he didn't write it.

The performances were just fucking great. Ro-to-the-day was as good as you would expect and even less annoying.

Weston was on fire. On fire. Totally just saying, 'Fuck if it's good or bad. I signed up. I'm going do it to 10.," and he did.

The dark haired chick, Stefanie E. Frame, was totally inoffensive and weirdly beautiful in a gigantic legged way, but not super convincing.

Amanda Detmer was absolutely totally worth the price of admission. Wow. Can't really explain her appeal without sounding like a retarded pervert, but if I could I'd be saying something like, "Where did this frightening, beautiful, hideous, wide-eyed-doe, whore, mother, friend, protector come from, and does she have an even older hotter sister?"

She really was the show and took it from a kind of brilliant, understated acting through facial expressions to a center stage, "Let me tell you a thing or two about men sister," Mae West thing and back in like two seconds, and it worked perfectly. Bravo Detmer. You rocked my nuts.

The set and costumes sucked, and could have really cheaply and easily improved the experience for every one. No real other way to put it.

Over all. I give it five hamburgers. They were tasty, and I'm glad I ate them, but did I really need FIVE hamburgers?