So I was on the money with the destruction tours. Now I, Slimbolala, oracle of all things predictable and crappy, look into my dingy crystal ball and see a new shadow looming on the horizon, Katrina: the Movie.*
Just think, a harrowing tale of disaster overcome by the triumphant human spirit: strong-jawed actors wading through chest deep waters, itsy starlets with bogus Southern accents, the traumatic scene where Grandma is washed away, the lead and the lady finding love on a rooftop. [shudder]
What do we give it? Six months? A year? Maybe it's already in the works (I'm not up on such things). You know it's going to happen, and you know it's going to be ugly.
* Or maybe just a lame, made-for-cable mini-series? Slimbolala can only predict the schlock, not the format of distribution.