Stormare seems to have taken on the Rutger Hauer mantle of large, indeterminately European, burly actor with a menacing onscreen presence and a goofball personality. Compare Big John Abruzzi (or Serge Muscat) to the "Veedub. Unpimp da auto" commercials silliness, to illustrate my contention.

Sue!

I have Tivoed Play It As It Lays.

And I have committed it to VHS tape (watching most of it too).

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Here's my brief review: reminded me a lot of A Woman Under the Influence and Altman's 3 Women except Tuesday Weld isn't nearly as good as Gena Rowlands or Sissy Spacek. Also, Tony Perkins looked beautiful and unrecognizeable with longish, early 70s hipster hair. He was very good. There were a lot of striking images in it.

It also reminded me of the LA scenes in Annie Hall.

I have never seen Old Yeller, Red Ferns or Yearling...for all the reasons mentioned.

I have however, relied on Project X as my go-to flick when I need to blubber. God. It just rips me up and leaves me on the floor.

It came out while I was a professional peace activist (working on nuclear disarmament issues, no less) and absolutely KILLS me with the inhumanity.

Animals in peril = no go for bonny

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The toy battle in Toys makes me sob. You know that the soldiers in war movies aren't being killed, but it's OK to blow up a teddy bear. And, god, the one dancing toy circling aimlessly around the wreckage of its partner as the tinny music plays . . .

And I thought The Fisher King was brilliant.

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I have never seen Old Yeller, Red Ferns or Yearling...for all the reasons mentioned.

Same here. I don't feel I need to put myself through that, for movies that I probably won't be that interested in anyway.

Besides, if I feel that I need to watch a movie and cry, I've got loads of other choices. Edward Scissorhands, Big Fish, Lilo and Stitch ...

(I LOVE Big Fish. It's one of my favorite movies ever. But I don't watch it very often, because it turns me into a weepy mess.)

Lilo and Stitch is a safe cry-trigger because it ends well. So I can wallow in emotion knowing I'll get to snicker and smile as I leave the theater, instead of in a melancholy haze. I don't drink enough absinthe to properly appreciate melancholy hazes.

Lilo and Stitch is a safe cry-trigger because it ends well. So I can wallow in emotion knowing I'll get to snicker and smile as I leave the theater, instead of in a melancholy haze.

Yep, same for me. And the same goes for Big Fish.

I don't drink enough absinthe to properly appreciate melancholy hazes.

I suppose I do, but I still don't really appreciate melancholy hazes.

Confession: Bolt made me weepy. I knew I was being manipulated, damn it, and I still got weepy.

But The Boy did, too, so it was okay.