I like this quote from the review just linked:
"Sin City is like a must-have coffee-table book for your interior torture chamber."
Who was the real power? The Captain? or Tenille?
Xander ,'Showtime'
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reequeen - Apr 01, 2005 3:03:34 am PST #1427 of 10002
"It's got to be the hair, Cotton. It's beautiful! Feathered and lethal. You just don't see it nowadays." Pepper Brooks - Dodgeball
Alibelle - Apr 01, 2005 8:31:21 am PST #1428 of 10002
Apart from sports, "my secret favorite thing on earth is ketchup. I will put ketchup on anything. But it has to be Heinz." - my husband, Michael Vartan
Kristen Bell is in that, too! Yay Veronica!
I was all confused for a second because I was like, "I could've SWORN I mentioned that. I love her!"
There's also a funny song about Shakespeare. A creepy animated song about brownies. And Jesus is awesome, particularly his shiny gold cowboy boots. Oh, and John Kassir is in it (I think that's his name). He's Julie Benz's husband.
Seriously, if you have Showtime, watch it. And record it to share with others who are less fortunate.
Sean K - Apr 01, 2005 8:35:01 am PST #1429 of 10002
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
John Kassir is in it (I think that's his name). He's Julie Benz's husband.
And the voice of the Cryptkeeper!
Glamcookie - Apr 01, 2005 8:56:05 am PST #1430 of 10002
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
This bit of a review of Sin City cracked my shit up:
...any movie that makes Brittany Murphy palatable must be amazing...
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! So true!
Kathy A - Apr 01, 2005 9:06:49 am PST #1431 of 10002
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
Another funny Sin City review excerpt: ""Mickey Rourke blows me away with his acting and Elijah Wood creeps the hell out of me? I swear to God, I don't understand the universe anymore."
Lee - Apr 01, 2005 9:10:24 am PST #1432 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Elijah Wood creeps the hell out of me?
When I was visiting Teppy and SA, we watched Eternal Sunshine. During the first part of the film, when we were still trying to figure out WTF was going on, one of SA's first comments was "Elijah Wood is a sick little fuck, isn't he?"
Tom Scola - Apr 01, 2005 9:34:05 am PST #1433 of 10002
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
From Slate:
I loved it. Or, to put it another way, I loved it, I loved it, I loved it. I loved every gorgeous sick disgusting ravishing overbaked blood-spurting artificial frame of it.
Nutty - Apr 01, 2005 9:46:48 am PST #1434 of 10002
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
Manohla Dargis in the Times hated it, found it both boring and insulting. She was almost as entertaining as Elvis Mitchell at his best, and I say that advisedly.
Gandalfe - Apr 01, 2005 10:35:34 am PST #1435 of 10002
The generation that could change the world is still looking for its car keys.
Yes, Tarantino is the obvious direction for Preacher.
Kathy A - Apr 01, 2005 10:43:46 am PST #1436 of 10002
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
Heh. Another good Sin City review:
The year was 2005. It had been a long three months. Sitting in the dark corners of the movie theater, normally my safe haven, I was experiencing a horror that couldn’t be equaled even out on the mean streets of the night. Brute men, at a last gasp of their dignity, teaming up to babysit the wretched spawns of writers summoned by the devil. A vengeful God was doing his best to match his nemesis by frightening his minions with images of creepy children, wolves and Sandra Bullock sequels, but not so much to earn an “R” rating. I was sick to my stomach. I could taste the bile eating away at my tongue from the words I spewed to warn others of these atrocities. But nobody listened. I am alone. The only solace I could find was in my trip to Sin City. It was here I knew where pleasure would engulf me; where the blood spilled was not from the gaping knife wound in Uwe Boll’s chest but from the filmmaker and author determined to bring their vision to those dark corners I treasured. It was in Sin City where I was saved.