Does a literal whore read things for a price? "Hey there, Big Guy, looking for some hot proofreading action?"
Does a literal whore read things for a price? "Hey there, Big Guy, looking for some hot proofreading action?"
Mickey Rourke is probably doing the absolute best he can with the material he's being offered. He's a very particular kind of personality and an extraordinarily distinctive screen presence so it's very hard to find appropriate roles for him in today's market where younger kids are subsidizing the film industry and…
I loved his Grind House film, Planet Terror. Any film that kills Bruce Willis in the first ten minutes is alright in my book. Hmmph.
Watchmen is a severely flawed film, and yet I greatly enjoy it. Seriously, isn't life a kick in the curlies?
Yeah, film storyboard panels tend to all be uniformly sized and spaced and stylistically similar, and are much more so intended to assist the appreciation of camera movements as opposed to shifting perspectives, as they do in comics. In film storyboards there's little of the creative variation of placement and scale…
I was in a big dance club that was projecting Terminator II on a giant screen, and when that Nuclear Explosion scene came on the pounding club music suddenly stopped and everybody in the place just turned and gawked at the screen entirely enraptured, as though God were speaking. It was VERY creepy.
Yeah, he and Bruce Willis both are the weakest things in that very uneven weird film. They're both "Mumble mumble monotone monotone zzzzzzzzzzz…."
Yep, that thing was totally Yeuch.
I was handcuffed to Ann Hathaway for two weeks and never noticed. She's surprising light.
Out of the Past, now there's a particularly interesting choice as an example of superlative Film Noir. I hated it. I never believed Mitchum's character, Jeff Bailey, could be attracted at all to Virginia Huston's plain bland dull character, Ann Miller. So when we are introduced to Jane Greer's character, the sultry…
What you say is absolutely true and accurate, but as a kid I cringed whenever I was confronted with one of those modified, mangled iterations of the original Star Wars. I was overwhelmed by the cinematic experience—the extraordinary sights and sounds—but all the opportunistic, perhaps parasitic attempts to cash in on…
I liked Sin City almost exclusively for Mickey Rourke's superb work. Benicio Deltoro is also quite effective. I suppose Jessica Alba's dancing is nothing to sneer at. And poor Brittany Murphy was so perfectly spunky but vulnerable. And of course, Carla Cugino's magnificent appearances… I guess I liked it a lot more…
No, I believe you've delicately touched upon the crotch of the subject.
Why did I leave a turd on the floor? Because it's funny!
I didn't need inside information to grasp that truth. Stewart has always struck me as a somewhat smug, self involved individual, not necessarily to an intolerable, repulsive extent, but certainly enough that I very often found myself laughing at him rather than with him, or sometimes not laughing at all. The…
Young man.
When a civilian takes it upon him or herself, regardless of motive or method, to act as an agent of justice and is tolerated or embraced by the powers that be that's a form of fascism. Yes Snyder and others have labored to refute the image of Batman that Miller's work has so indelibly left in people's minds, but…
If I hear too many more of these less than flattering comments about him I just might possibly consider, perhaps, to begin reassessing my opinion of Bill Cosby, maybe.
Fascism, as it applies to contemporary society, is a pathological insistence upon law and order, to the point where the ends justifies the means and no method or approach is too extreme, too uncivilized in the pursuit and persecution of the evil, inhuman, wicked criminal. It's a reduction of all relationships to an…
I thought I was watching it, but then realized that the cable had gone out, and when the cable eventually came back on I didn't notice, the insistent nothingness utterly indistinguishable from the intervening white noise static. There was nothing there, at all, by which to form an opinion, neither a rave nor a pan. It…