My favorite part?
It includes lots of audio commentaries. Seriously. I hope the lead does. them. all. in. her. creepy. robot. voice.
My favorite part?
It includes lots of audio commentaries. Seriously. I hope the lead does. them. all. in. her. creepy. robot. voice.
I've read, either on Wikipedia or IMDB, that there's actually a shot of the director waving hundred dollars in the background the first time Coca-Cola (which I like to think of as the film's main character) is introduced. That suggests a certain degree of self-consciousness.
You've clearly given the matter a lot of thought Wildcard Charlie. For that, I salute you.
He is genuinely handicapped in real life. I looked him up on IMDB and pondered, for a second, why he didn't get many roles after this. Then I realized it's because he's a terrible, terrible actor.
It is. I Netflixed the holy living fuck out of it myself.
An honest, candid memoir would be fascinating. This will not be an honest, candid memoir.
I made a whopping five dollars for that headline. And an additional five dollars for my first A.V Club review. That was back in 96, though, when you could buy a steak dinner, a bottle of Cristal and the services of a reasonably attractive prostitute for three dollars. Those were the days.
Yep. Up next: Mac & Me and Thomas Kinkaid's This Christmas (from, no shit, the director of "The Mack"). Ironically, I missed a MYOF rotation for the first time in three years because we're finishing up the MYOF book. At the risk of being immodest, I believe it will be quite good.
yeah, I guess the underlying theme of the post is, "Be careful what you wish for."
thanks. You really can't go wrong with the "Out of Hand"/"Your Place or Mine" double CD.
I'm covering Last Action Hero in the My Year of Flops book.
Aykroyd's Carter was brilliant and they found a slant on him that was funny and weirdly respectful—he was depicted as being freakishly smart, too smart for his own good and more candid than was probably wise. Also, Aykroyd killed at impressions. The man was a genius, on SNL at least.
I actually use that phrase fairly often in my memoir. Yet it so does not seem to have slipped into the general vernacular.
I am deeply ashamed to admit I once liked the Black Eyed Peas. There first two albums aren't bad. Will.I.Am is actually a fairly talented producer (he produced and co-wrote John Legend's "Ordinary People" for example) but a giant douche. I interviewed him pre-stardom and he was incredibly arrogant and unpleasant.
Quasimoto's The Unseen, Madvillain, Madvillainy, the Blue Note remix project, Jaylib's Champion Sound and Lootpack's debut are all good places to start.
sadly, I haven't experimented heavily with psychedelics for a good decade. Not that I haven't been looking.
that is seriously fucking weird. I wonder if 50 did his introduction well before I got there or if it's a misidentified clip from a different showing of the film.
That's the email's typo, not mine. For once, I am not to blame.
Something I did not mention
"Before I Self-Destruct" features Lloyd Banks in a sweater vest as 50's genius kid brother's teacher. Seriously. It's, uh, something.
what's really sad is that Ross seems to be winning the feud so far. Or at least it's a draw.