I went to the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago last Friday. As the trip home didn't involve seeing bloody Indiana, I thought for a moment that there was no story to tell from the trip but pondering on it has reminded me differently.
We took in an IMAX film near the end of the day, entitled 'Mysteries of the Great Lakes'. Now, as we'd got an IMAX in Milwaukee, I might have been inclined to argue against seeing a film. Why 'waste the time' doing something we could normally do when we're out on a special trip? The movie had played in Milwaukee and it had been missed. If we could catch it here, we should.
The movie wasn't without interest but using the word 'mystery' in the title had made me think that the movie would be about weird events that had gone unexplained for ages and we now being cleared up. Not so much. Most of the film was about the 'rebirth' of the sturgeon fish. Briefly the film brought up bald eagles and the Edmond Fitzgerald but it was mostly about the fish and this scientist fella that had figured out a way to restore them to rivers they had traditionally lived in.
The climax of the film (and I use that word under protest) involves the scientists catching fish as they come to spawn and capturing some of their, well, necessarily reproductive fluids and juices. Part of the problem is that our scientist fella has been talking about this 'special' fish on and off through the movie, gets a bit too excited when he finds her, and then proceeds to ... well, massage her belly until she releases her eggs. In the next scene we see him mixing the eggs with some sperm that hopefully came from a fish. Thankfully they didn't show them harvesting that.
I'd no idea the movie would be fish porn. It was ridiculous.
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