Alas, poor Battleship! I knew it, Neatoramanauts, a movie of infinite explosions, of most excellent fancy.
Perhaps it's only natural that the board game-turned-movie is now made into an epic Shakespearean tragedy. Yoni Brenner over at McSweeney obliged:
Enter RIHANNA, THE GUY FROM TRUE BLOOD, and RIGGINS, FROM FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS.
How now, Rihanna? What ho, guy from True Blood?
What news dost thou bring from the radar thingie?
Ay me, dear captain! Most grievous fortune!
For we are invaded by space robots!
The CAPTAIN is confused.
Space robots? Art thou sure sweet Rihanna?
For yea, I cannot recall any such
Robots in the original board game.
Only a grid of numbers and letters,
And cheap plastic pegs with which for keeping score.
THE GUY FROM TRUE BLOOD
Thou rememberest correctly O Captain
But the gods at Hasbro hath recognized
Long ago that the Battleship brand
Couldst not survive on grids and pegs alone.
Hence the space robots.