Waterworld: The Sequel

If you’ve never seen Kevin Costner’s 1995 film “Waterworld,” don’t go running to rent it now. It doesn’t even rate as one of those “bad movies we love to hate.” It’s just simply bad.

OK. That’s not fair. In my humble opinion, “Waterworld” was awful. But that’s only my opinion. I’m sure others enjoyed it and would recommend it.

WATERWORLD 1995: MAYBE IT WAS THE COSTUMES… AND HAIR… AND STORY… AND…
I’M SORRY!  I’M SORRY!

I also thought “Titanic” (1997) was awful. Obviously, that opinion is not shared by many people. I saw “Titanic” in San Diego with San Geraldo and his mother, Alice. I sat between them. Both were chewing their fingers and crying. In disgust, I finally turned to San Geraldo and said, “Jerry, the boat DOES sink.” I couldn’t help myself.

TITANIC 1997:  ROMANCE SHMOE-MANCE.

After sitting through nearly 194 minutes of what I considered slow torture, I was furious when Rose took that priceless diamond (the Heart of the Ocean) and threw it overboard. Do you know how many families could have been fed on that one little trinket?!? San Geraldo told me it was romantic. I say, “Poop!”

OVERBOARD?  REALLY?

Maybe I just have a problem with water-related films. Although I did like “Poseidon Adventure.” And I adored “Finding Nemo.”

But I didn’t come here today as a critic or to start a dialog about everyone’s favorite (and least favorite) films. I’m here today to share photos of the newest Waterworld. It’s not often I like a sequel better than the original. Unlike Costner’s “Waterworld,” Fuengirola’s Waterworld is a much happier place. You do have to swim to it. But you don’t have to have gills. It’s actually called Costa Water Park (I think it should be called Mundo Aquático, which is what the 1995 film was called in Spain). The booth is set up not far from us on the beach in Los Boliches, and we can see the “floating world” from our terrace. But I took a walk on the beach today to get a better view. (Click any image to increase the fun.)

TRAMPOLINES, SLIDES, EVEN A VOLCANO (AN INFLATED ROCK-CLIMBING WALL).
THE BEACH WAS MUCH MORE CROWDED HERE. I’M GLAD IT’S NOT IN FRONT OF OUR HOUSE.
THE GUY FAR RIGHT WALKED AND THEN SWAM (ONE-ARMED)
WITH HIS T-SHIRT ROLLED UP AND HELD OVER HIS HEAD TO KEEP IT DRY.
T-SHIRT STILL HIGH AND DRY AS HE NEARS ONE OF THE “LILY PADS.”
I’LL HAVE TO FIND OUT THE WEIGHT LIMIT.
(IT LOOKS LIKE IT COULD EVEN HANDLE KEVIN COSTNER.)
A NEW ATTRACTION THIS YEAR.
“T-SHIRT GUY” WEARING THE T-SHIRT TO SWIM AND WALK BACK. (DON’T ASK ME.)
JUMPING OFF A LILY PAD.

“In an ocean or in a glass, cool water is such a gas.” — The Beachboys

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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