Love makes you do the wacky.

Willow ,'Beneath You'


Buffista Movies 4: Straight to Video  

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.


tiggy - Aug 08, 2005 2:16:35 am PDT #6407 of 10002
I do believe in killing the messenger, you know why? Because it sends a message. ~ Damon Salvatore

Tiggy, it's a Terry Gilliam movie (Twelve Monkeys, Adventures of Baron Munchausen, Time Bandits), so I can guarantee you one thing it will probably not be is Van Helsing-like.

having never seen any of those movies, i will have to take your word for it.


Jessica - Aug 08, 2005 3:32:55 am PDT #6408 of 10002
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

*W&G aren't con men, so I guess the plot isn't all that similar, but it was as good an excuse as any to pimp W&G

Were-rabbits like carrots.


Gandalfe - Aug 08, 2005 3:50:32 am PDT #6409 of 10002
The generation that could change the world is still looking for its car keys.

I just saw Lagaan, which was loads of fun even if I still don't understand cricket.

A 3 1/2 hour Bollywood musical about a game that lasts 3 days? LOVE IT!

No, seriously. I love that movie.


Sean K - Aug 08, 2005 6:36:15 am PDT #6410 of 10002
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty

Were-rabbits like carrots.

Hee!


Kathy A - Aug 08, 2005 7:29:38 am PDT #6411 of 10002
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil

voiceovers for trailers cannot begin with "In a world...".

Unless the trailer is for Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, when the phrase is immediately followed by the world blowing up, and the voiceover then saying, "...Or maybe not."


§ ita § - Aug 08, 2005 7:32:51 am PDT #6412 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Did the Grimm trailer also have "In a time..."? The second paragraph (if you will) of the voiceover had something that made me roll my eyes again.


Matt the Bruins fan - Aug 08, 2005 10:24:09 am PDT #6413 of 10002
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand

Unless the trailer is for Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, when the phrase is immediately followed by the world blowing up, and the voiceover then saying, "...Or maybe not."

I am now heartbroken that I missed this trailer when it was out in the theaters.


Atropa - Aug 08, 2005 10:35:24 am PDT #6414 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Damn, Monica Belluci always gets the best costumes.

Doesn't she just.

Were-rabbits like carrots.

Yay!


Gandalfe - Aug 08, 2005 4:49:55 pm PDT #6415 of 10002
The generation that could change the world is still looking for its car keys.

Damn, Monica Belluci always gets the best costumes.

Hell, Monica Belluci doesn't NEED a costume to have the best costume. She could be naked, and be the best dressed person around.

And now I'm going to my happy place.


DavidS - Aug 08, 2005 7:54:24 pm PDT #6416 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Interesting observation from the Voice review of Broken Flowers:

After this and The Life Aquatic, Murray is a case study in the Kuleshov effect: Some may see a soulful master class in subliminal melancholy; others will watch him coast on the depressive-midlifer autopilot he programmed for Wes Anderson. At least the somber stillness of his visage is a matter of choice, which can't be said for a couple of the female performers here, who don the plastic surgeon's ghoulish mask of Botox, collagen, eye lifts, and cheekbone implants. As Bill Murray—whose doughy, timeworn features can be a film's subject and motor—plays opposite beautiful actresses who've peeled, ironed, and sanded away the histories inscribed on their faces, Broken Flowers inadvertently provides a handy case study of a Hollywood double standard, one so pervasive it can even encroach upon a film by the most beloved and trusty of true-blue independents.