Caught Between Two Metaphors and the Antiquity of Scheduled Broadcast

Entertainment media blitzes do more harm than good on occasion. I know so much about The Planet of the Apes reboot franchise, which started in 2011, thanks to the myopia of Charlie Rose, that I am deterred, but Caesar is an apt stand in for the underlying rage of repression which leads to instability, and yet one loves Sam Neill as the very definition of a taciturn dream catch. The films run into each other and will invariably rerun, but both are useful to me. ABC and the CW will heed the siren and replay them as soon as possible. I'm leaning toward the older political satire in full, due to the fact that Rupert Wyatt's pretensions were so laden Rose made fun of them to his face. Caesar, of course, is the ultimate libertarian made legend. Spastics may have the same fervor when appearing before City Council, as Denny O'Brien isn't going to be let off that easily. (Alas, another obscure reference, but a writer in reduced circumstance has two hours of nagging felines prior to meal preparation.)