Have no idea who Zim or Gir are.
And with surprising perspicuity announced, "he's tight!" when Darren McGavin appeared on screen again.
A very smart Emmett! Now you have to get the original Night Stalker eps to show him, which started my huge appreciation for Mr. McGavin (Christmas Story just solidified it).
I'm kind of getting a crush on Ralphie's teacher now. The actress is just so good, and gets to play all the fantasy parts too.
When I was watching it during the TBS alldayathon on Christmas, I told my dad that this film must have a riot for the adults to make, since they were able to do both the exasperated adult bit as well as the fantasy overacting ("What was it that brought you to this looooow state?"). What I love about the teacher is that, if you look at her face while she's collecting the false teeth from the kids, you can just barely see the smile she's repressing.
I think it's one of the best movies to capture a child's POV. Up there with Hope and Glory, To Kill a Mockingbird and Small Change.
And just like those movies, it doesn't ignore the adults in the child's life and makes them just as human and complex as the kid.
HPGoF the movie, abridged:
QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP: Happenin', dude!
DRACO: Weasleys, you are bringing down the whole tone of this event. I am working this Armani, and you are harshing my clothing mellow.
LUCIUS: Don't taunt the poor people for being so poor. It's too easy. All you need to make your point is a sneer and an enormous pimp cane. Observe. Harry Potter! My pimp cane owns you!
DRACO: Daddy, when can I have a pimp cane of my very own?
LUCIUS: When you can use it like a man. Shacka lacka swish!
The Gir patch I've stuck to my monitor, it speaks to me.
"Why, my piggy? I loveded you, piggy! I loveded you-hoo-hooo!"
HPGoF the movie, abridged:
Since I just saw GoF 2 days ago, this had me snorting with laughter.
SIRIUS: Goodness gracious, great face of fire! Watch out for Barty Crouch - he put his dark, intense, leather-clad son in prison. You cannot trust a man like that.
RON: Oh now Harry Potter is too good even to COME TO BED.
HARRY: Baby, don't be that way!
NEVILLE: Hi, Harry. I just got in - and since the books establish that Ginny Weasley got it on with Michael Corner at the Yule Ball, one can only assume this is because I was having sex with the band.
HARRY: Why do I have only my recurring dreams of dark, intense, leather-clad men when you get to have sex with the band?
NEVILLE: I have dancin' feet.
HARRY: OMG Snape and Karkaroff in the closet together? This is worse than Hagrid and Madame Maxime.
SNAPE: Come into the closet, little boy.
HARRY: When does the scar tissue over my memories form? When?
VOLDEMORT: Now it's time for some blood play!
DUMBLEDORE: He's been keeping the real Moody locked up in a box and - Good Lord, that's a little bit kinky.
CROUCH JNR: Eeeeverything I do is a little bit kinky. Has anyone noticed I'm dark, intense, leather-clad and now restrained to a chair?
SNAPE: ... I did, actually.
HARRY: These films have gone totally hardcore.
Bwahahaha!
Ohta: Unfortunately, Kong has destroyed a good deal of the kitchen stadium subduing his sandowrm. He and Godzilla have both stoped cooking and are battling each other.
[eta:
And something neither one, living on an Island, would ever see.
Well...unless you count the
swamp worms,
which looked EXACTLY LIKE THEM.]
I question the sanity of anyone who has seen more than one Uwe Boll movie.
