Mammoth, the movie

I watched the coolest/stupidest movie last night, called "Mammoth."

Here’s what Netflix has to say about it:

“A defrosted 40,000-year-old woolly mammoth goes on a rampage after a meteor smashes into a town museum and revives the prehistoric creature. Federal agents must team up with museum curator Frank Abernathy (Vincent Ventresca) in an effort to control the beast. With his B-movie aficionado father (Tom Skerritt) pitching in, Abernathy must act fast in order to save the town. Summer Glau co-stars in this action-packed sci-fi adventure.”

I had actually seen it before; apparently it was a made-for-TV movie played on the Sci-Fi channel. That’s a euphemism for “low budget, cheesy flick.”

Just my kind of movie!

At one point, they are arguing about how to deal with the rampaging mammoth. Frank, the main character, wants to deep-freeze it (again) by using liquid nitrogen “borrowed” from a convenient near-by mining operation. The federal agent, who looks suspiciously like a “Men in Black” agent, wants to just nuke the town.

The main character pulls her to the side and says, “May I be frank with you?”

And she replies, with a completely straight face, “You are Frank.”

“Oh… right…” he says, and walks away.