My friend just called, and apparently, we are having a high security night tonight in my movie class. I wonder who on earth might be coming. Now I'm all excited.
Oooh! You must tell us, after.
Plei, I thought Walken was very pretty circa
The Deer Hunter.
I had a big old crush on poor, broken Nick.
If Christopher Walken came over and tap danced for me, all bets are off. We're not talking M (although second hand reports on him are favourable), but the idea of F raises a quizzical eyebrow.
OC: Did they just say,
"Stonerock and Tudor"??
The Walken who does it for me is circa
Dead Zone,
shuffling through bleak New England landscapes looking all mournful and haunted and heartbroken with his navy peacoat and mussed hair. But I wouldn't slam the door in Tap Dancing Walken's face, either.
Sure, Jesse, from the
Bedrock bureau office.
I'm sorry, but the Wrong-tastic, the Pinnacle of Wrongness, has to be the photos of a young Christopher Walken as Romeo
Wronger than the pictures of him in Oklahoma!?
[heh. Accidental Broadway-induced interrobang.]
Oooh! You must tell us, after.
Of course!
I love tap-dancing Christopher Walken! Not in a FCM way, but in a he-should-always-be-doing-music-videos way.
Thanks, Cashmere.
Although, watch. Now it'll turn out to be Alan Cumming. Or Christopher Walken. And I'll be laughing too hard to write down whatever on earth they're saying. Or it could just be that we're watching a movie that the studio is really afraid we'll pirate, or something, so the person speaking might not even be recognizable.
Christopher Walken always makes me think of three things:
(1) The watch in
Pulp Fiction.
(2) The Continental, which makes me laugh my ass off even though it's really, when you look at it, pretty dumb.
(3) "I got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell!"