'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
A place to talk about movies--Old and new, good and bad, high art and high cheese. It's the place to place your kittens on the award winners, gossip about upcoming fims and discuss DVD releases and extras. Spoiler policy: White font all plot-related discussion until a movie's been in wide release two weeks, and keep the major HSQ in white font until two weeks after the video/DVD release.
Though I'll always love Deep Blue Sea for the Samuel L. Jackson demise. That was sweet.
That movie is just so wonderfully gleeful about offing most of the cast. And unlike Leviathan they offed someone who wasn't the black guy in the last 5 minutes. I mean, Leviathan was a crap movie anyway, but they let Ernie Hudson get that far and then off him as an afterthought? For shame. At least the final death in DBS had some poetic justice attatched to it.
At least the final death in DBS had some poetic justice attatched to it.
I heard the cast and crew hated Saffron Burrows so much they killed her off to ensure she couldn't be in a sequel.
I love all the nighttime attacks, from the first one to the two old guys on the dock, sacrificing the wife's Sunday roast for the reward, then getting the shit scared out of them when the shark took them up on the free dinner.
eta: Oooh, shiny round number!
Don't worry, Holly. Hil's forgotten something.... Marty doesn't find the Delorean left out for him in 1985, he finds where he's stuck - in 1955!
Your fanwank still holds water. There would have been no fuel pump for a 1985 Delorean available in 1955, though one imagines someone might have been able to make one up a little easier in a place where cars at least exist.
Hmm. Good point, Sean. I haven't seen either II or III in awhile, and I'd forgotten that.
Happens to the best of us, Hil.
Michael Madsen narrates the Animal Precinct (New York) show on Animal Planet. I feel perversely comforted knowing that the narrator is going to take those animal neglecters out behind the building and smack them really hard.
YOU! paff DO NOT! paff TIE YOUR DOG TO A HOT RADIATOR! paff WISE UP YOU HEARTLESS TWIT! paff ... I got my eye on you from now on, buddy. Fido and I are real close friends. You mess with Fido, you answer to me.
Yes! Nutty and I are as one in this!
90s fashion--oh how I miss it. My very best kickass outfit was a pair of opaque black leggings, knee-high black leather boots, and a big black sweater (with small shoulder pads--I am broad-hipped and narrow shouldered. Small shoulder pads offset the pearish look for me) that just covered my tush. I was cute!
I will be so relieved when women's fashion once more allows them to look like they're affluent enough to stop wearing their baby sister's garments and can afford clothes of their own.
And Christian Bale? Rrrrowwr. Makes me forget I am a staid old married lady. PLus--he does, or has done, animal rescue, which makes me only more kindly disposed toward him.
I love all the nighttime attacks, from the first one to the two old guys on the dock, sacrificing the wife's Sunday roast for the reward, then getting the shit scared out of them when the shark took them up on the free dinner.
Oh, yeah. "Can we go home now?"
It's no Deep Blue Sea, but one of my guilty pleasures is Deep Rising. Famke Jensen, Kevin J. O'Connor, Treat Williams, Wes Studi, and Cliff Curtis . O'Connor's gobsmacked answer to "what was THAT?" "The Girl from Ipenema" and Williams' worldweary, exasperated, "NOW what?" get lots of quotage in our house.
I want my hoverboard, dammit!
I don't remember why I saw this a while ago, but: voila.
I haven't seen it in a long time, but Time After Time is a cheesily fun time travel movie. Mary Steenburgen does the flip side of her role in Back to the Future 3. Plus, David Warner and Malcom McDowell.
Sorry to come so late to the Time Travel Movies discussion (though perhaps I can go back and fix that...).
I can't believe nobody mentioned Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.