Bridesmaids
Kojiless wrote:Coitus-craving housewife who wants to murder her loinfruit? Check. Bubbly ditz who says everything she is thinking without thinking about anything she's saying? Check. Ample effort spent on fleshing out these characters instead of packing the celluloid with cupcake-baking montages (yes, plural)? No. Oh well, at least it featured a pair of rabid raccoons and a, shall we say, "mature" Wilson Phillips...or was it a pair of mature raccoons and a rabid Wilson Phillips...? Too...drunk... to....tell...
Ghost World
Kojiless wrote:I suppose GW is intended to appeal to the denizens of that proverbial slice of white bread suburbia, where angsty pre-teens suffer from severe cases of self-inflicted outcast syndrome--a frightening affliction that fills the hearts of impressionable youths with the urge to over-enhance their eyes with copious amounts of melancholy colorant and take grainy pictures of their pouty mugs with phone cameras precariously positioned approximately two feet above their heads. Buscemi is awesome, though!
The Grey
Kojiless wrote:I like that part where Liam Neeson punches a wolf in the face. Wait, he doesn't? But he shoots one with a makeshift bow made out a fallen branch and a strand of woolly mammoth hair, right? No? Hides in a foxhole, waiting for one to come along before jumping out at the last minute and piercing its throat with a pine cone? No? Ruptures one's gut with a shotgun shell-tipped spear before decapitating it and cooking the body over a fire? Yes? Then, I believe the appropriate reaction is "fuck, yeah."
The Expendables
Kojiless wrote:Oh, how I wanted to love this. When I first saw the trailer, I immediately went onto eBay, purchased a Cabbage Patch KId, and upon its arrival, tore the head off in a frenzied fit of unadulterated glee. What could be more awesome than a movie that took all of my childhood action movie heroes and packaged them in one epic jack-in-the-box? Unfortunately, a few turns of the crank and a couple out-of-tune clunks later, the only thing that popped out was a besotted, ass-fondling Mickey Rourke.