'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
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twitching uncontrollably at the wrongheaded Magnolia-lovers
Dude, watch it as a COMEDY.
That's what we did. (Okay, a black, depressing, bleak comedy, but still.)
Also? Sure, it has that horrible not-an-actress-overrated-twerp-woman in it, but it also has a RAIN OF FUCKING TOADS.
I repeat, a RAIN OF FUCKING TOADS. TOAD. RAIN.
What's not to love?
Signed, simple and shallow, and likes it that way.
They were frogs, Plei. FROGS.
That was so the best part of the movie. It was almost worth the pathological reaction I had to Julianne Moore for a year or two afterwards, which went something like this:
t Julianne Moore appears on-screen
ME: Oh God, she's going to say Fuck, isn't she? Noooooo!
I saw an ad for Collateral during Nip/Tuck -- Tom Cruise does do that horrifying grin/laugh/rictus.
Also, why all the '80s music in the promo for Little Black Book?
Ron Livingston is in it -- I thought I recognized him in the ads!
P-C:
TOAD is a better word. Frogs work with globes. Toads with rain. No matter which they actually were, I'm sticking with toad, because toad is funnier.
Ye gads, you people. Magnolia was so frigging ponderous I had to take a nap in the middle of it.
I wish I'd thought to sleep during Magnolia.
What is with Little Black Book -- why are we to get engaged by a psycho stalker chick or the guy that dates her?
Ye gads, you people. Magnolia was so frigging ponderous I had to take a nap in the middle of it.
We had beer first, then a lot of sugar.
We went with our film geek buds, and had a merry old time.
It remains the only one of the guy's films I can stand.
We rented it. Come to think of it, that may help to explain its strangely soporific effect.
The whole time I was watching Lost in Space, all I kept thinking was, "This *seems* like an acting gig for Joey Tribiani...."
Hey, don't dis Joey in Space! Spidermonsters! oldman! utterly gratuitous crazy timebubble denoument! What's not to love?