I was okay with Mulholland Drive, but I felt like it was essentially the same as Lost Highway, and I liked that more. Not because it was any saner or more accessible, but it was much creepier. I don't think anybody can give me the serious heebie-jeebies like Lynch.
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I can still freak my brother out by making a squeaky squeaky noise around poultry.
I'm with Strega. Lost Highway was much, much creepier.
You know, I saw Pineapple Express. It left me with conflicting desires to a: slap all of them, hard, except maybe the James Franco character, who wouldn't get slapped quite as hard, because he reminded me of old college buddies; b: write essays about masculinity as portrayed in the movie; and c: find where they keep the deranged threesome slash for it.
I think I hated the movie. Maybe. I'm not sure.
You know, I saw Pineapple Express. It left me with conflicting desires to a: slap all of them, hard, except maybe the James Franco character, who wouldn't get slapped quite as hard, because he reminded me of old college buddies; b: write essays about masculinity as portrayed in the movie; and c: find where they keep the deranged threesome slash for it.
I love how Plei's brain works.
I missed Pineapple Express, but I really wanted to see it because the director mentioned Tango & Cash as one of the primary inspirations.
I hated MD. Thought it was pretentious and self-indulgent, even if it does have some achingly powerful moments.
This is exactly how I felt about it. A lot of it felt like showoffy film school stuff to me.
I saw Happy Go Lucky on Saturday night. I loved it! But I can see how it wouldn't appeal to everyone. The couple sitting next to me walked out.
Frank, that is hilarious. One of the things I told my long-suffering work friend was that it was the most overtly homoerotic/homoaffectionate film I had ever seen, narrowly eclipsing Tango & Cash. Which I had made him watch last summer.
I always wonder how conscious the makers/cast of Tango & Cash were about that. Then I remember they put Kurt Russell in a dress.
Of course, the movie is ten times funnier if Stallone wasn't in on the joke...
The Charlton Heston of our generation, eh?
The Charlton Heston of our generation, eh?
Exactly the story I was thinking of.