if your movie has a duck it shouldn't have a sex scene with Lea Thompson.
Sheesh, that was about the only fun the movie had to offer, outside of Jefferey Jones and an odd early career note for Tim Robbins.
It shoulda been done like ROGER RABBIT, but that came later so they didn't realize that would fly (no pun intended).
I saw the trailer. My sister and I share an indecent Vin Deisel movie lust. I know that'll be a dinner and a movie date for us. (I think VD is an fine deadpan actor, actually. He looks like he should be dumb, and he's not.)
I have seen two Vin Diesel movies - that one where terrible things happen to Seth Green along the way, and
The Iron Giant.
I worry that I'm now wired to anticipate heartache and then burst into tears at the sight or sound of him, so possibly I should skip this one and save Hec and Emmett the humiliation of having to sit next to the weepy chick at a kiddie comedy.
Hee! No, I think you'll be ok! Actually, those are the 2 I haven't seen, because VD is one of my Loost objects.
I don't know why, I'm not usually into muscly guys, but grrrr.
Yeah, baby.
And Pitch Black was a fun action movie. Riddick, NSM. And Judi Dench being in a sci-fi flick just freaked me out. Threw me out of the movie every single time.
Dude, you haven't seen
Iron Giant?
That's the movie that makes Miracleman collapse in a puddle of tears, for heaven's sake! You must, really you must!
I've heard it's a good one (and I love the deep, gravelly voice.)
So, I should rent this tomorrow night?
It's on my netflix queue for when I finish the first season of "Popular"
If you want to hold on a couple of days, I could just send you my copy, since I'll be upgrading to the special edition DVD next payday.
That would be so nice, JZ! (Color me shocked at you being nice, ok?)
Something to look forward to after I have to go to work AND class on President's Day, dammit.
Of course that means I have to actually get the thing in the mail. Which I firmly mean to do, but I'm full of good intentions that fizzle out on the way to completion. My desk drawer is even now crammed with assorted things I keep meaning to mail out to various Buffistas and there's a half dozen thank-you notes sitting at home waiting patiently for their stamps (and I owe the Buffista gift corps notes, and my aunt, and my dad's friend whom I hadn't laid eyes on in eleven years but who sent us a gigantic crystal punch bowl).
In short, I suck. But I FULLY INTEND to send you
Iron Giant,
and I think that with this very post I may have successfully guilted myself into guaranteeing I actually do so.