I may be one of the few people alive who has not seen Say Anything
We own it, but for the life of me I can't remember if I've seen it or not, and I adore John Cusack. I remember a kickboxing scene, and a cranky uptight dad-of-girl, but then it blurs into
The Sure Thing.
I don't remember the iconic "In Your Eyes" scene, or the origin of the term "doblerize."
I am a bad fangirl.
Tommyrot - so is the shark in Jaws. And you mean bunnified, not buffified.
or the origin of the term "doblerize."
"You must chill! I have taken your keys!"
I've gotten my mother in the habit of saying that to the dog.
"Betsy, you.must.chill." cracks my ass up.
Lloyd has some degree of cross-generational appeal, which is awesome, since he's our Ben Braddock, imo.
God, that could be a tiresome little lj essay, huh?
Fay, Anne, you should see it.(I was already just in my twenties, but it still worked.)
I love The Map of the Human Heart, and I'm always surprised to be reminded that his Cartographer is the first character we meet in that film.
I'd forgotten about that movie, but I remember being quite taken with it back when I saw it.
I've been reading the raves for
The Aristocrats--
I think I'm going to see it tonight-- and it seems like a lot of people are surprised, if not shocked, that Bob Saget is practically the bluest guy in the film, if not in comedy. Isn't that common knowledge? That Danny Tanner is a sick, sick comic?
I knew it, and I haven't exactly been following his career.
Unsurprisngly Stealth is a bomb. I goofed off and read reviews (I wanted to see who hated it more) and the Boston Globe's review is my favorite so far.
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It starts off with:
''Stealth" is a pretty fair military-hardware action movie until you start thinking about it -- at which point it turns incredibly sour in your mouth. I can therefore recommend it to any and all audiences lacking higher brain functions. Sea cucumbers, perhaps. Ones waving American flags.
and closes with:
Am I spoiling the party? Harshing the high-flying flyboy buzz? Tough. For a movie to pretend, in the face of the deaths of tens of thousands of Iraqi men, women, and children directly or indirectly caused by our presence there, that we can wage war without anyone really getting hurt isn't naive, or wishful thinking, or a jim-dandy way to spend a Saturday night at the movies. It's an obscenity.