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Most heartily agreed, StnMan5, and I CANNOT WAIT for the ZootFly Gears of War-style console game (currently scheduled for a December '08 release, if I'm not mistaken)!

I remain, as always...

Nico. ("Ray, when someone asks you if you're a god, you say, 'YES'!!!")

My father's favorite comedy there.

I thought Pathfinder Kicked Ass. You've already threatened with the head shooting for liking epic movie so lets not even bring that up. Oops. Just did.
Bloodrayne......... Sucked.

My father and I sat down one afternoon and watched Bloodrayne. We were both very disappointed with Uwe Boll for that one.

You should remake it yourself. It'd give you something else to do with your time. Your father could help you, but why? It's a good chance for you to get out into the world and learn some other people's opinions.

And if you think I really mean that, or care about giving you meaningful advice, I've got some oceanfront property in Idaho that you should take a look at.

I really despise the Transformers movie released in '86.

I despise you.

AwesomeWelles wrote:

I really despise the Transformers movie released in '86.

blasphemy!

blasphemy!

I tend to agree. The original Transformers is dated, sure, but for its time, it was pretty friggin' cool. Not to mention, its soundtrack was at least as kick-butt, for the mid-80s, as the new movie's is for this generation.

I mean, Sammy Hagar? On a cartoon soundtrack? Dude.

I remain, as always...

Nico.

Open Water 2!

I tend to forget movies I hate. I think of it as a re-freshing, or in some cases, re-installing a certain part of my brain.

The only one that I can think of that I hated was Batman and Robin.

And Resident Evil:Extinction. My friends forced me to see Resident Evil:Extinction. I can not stand horror movies. I said "Let's go see Across The Universe" They say "No I want to see Resident Evil". Mind, you I had no fucking clue what was going on in this movie.

I've seen more horror movies in the last 2 years than I have ever before in my childhood, thanks to my friends. I think I need some new friends.

I tend to forget movies I hate. I think of it as a re-freshing, or in some cases, re-installing a certain part of my brain.

It's probably a defense mechanism, something your body throws in there with the standard service and upkeep agreement to keep you from feeling guilty, or frustrated, or suicidal.

The only one that I can think of that I hated was Batman and Robin.
[Involuntary shudder] I think my spleen just imploded.

Fluke: "Jeepers! What is it, Augie Ben Doggie? Did you feel a great disturbance in the Force, as if millions of voices cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced?"

ABD: "No... just a little headache."

Clearly, my body didn't go for the extended warrantee.

Mind, you I had no fucking clue what was going on in this movie.

You and the screenwriters too.

I think I need some new friends.

Well, wise man say: Knowing is half the battle. My sympathies. One of MY best friends insisted I see a certain comic-book film starring Nicholas Cage with him on opening weekend. If a shovel hadn't been so inconveniently unavailable, I might have hit him with it repeatedly, then buried him with it. My friend, I mean. Then Nicholas Cage.

I remain, as always...

Nico.

I love good guilty pleasures once in a while. The kind of movies you have on in the background while you are unpacking things into your new apartment (Charlie's Angels was the choice today)

You experience Nicholas Cage in a crapfest. I had to watch an even crappier crapfest with a certain Thomas Jane who plays a dude who has a skull on his shirt.

I love good guilty pleasures once in a while. The kind of movies you have on in the background while you are unpacking things into your new apartment (Charlie's Angels was the choice today)

One word: Krull.

You experience Nicholas Cage in a crapfest. I had to watch an even crappier crapfest with a certain Thomas Jane who plays a dude who has a skull on his shirt.

Reading that makes me want to donate the cost of a cup of coffee a day to you, lilly. Really, that's terrible. Anyone who was forced to watch EITHER film version of The Punisher (which, if there was any truth in advertising, should have been called, "The Punishment"...) really, really, really needs Sally Struthers to come and film a late-night info-mercial:

[FADE IN:]

MS. STRUTHERS: All over the world, people of all ages, races, religions and nationalities are suffering from a chronic illness: Lundgren's Disease.

[STILL IMAGES OF PEOPLE STARING VACANTLY AT TELEVISION SCREENS]

MS. STRUTHERS: No one knows what the cause is, or who's responsible --

[STILL: LIONS GATE FILMS LOGO, FADING TO NEW WORLD PICTURES LOGO, FOLLOWED BY A SKULL-AND-CROSSBONES SYMBOL]

MS. STRUTHERS: -- but it's a crisis approaching epidemic proportions, especially among Third World countries, which have no entertainment of their own.

[STILL IMAGES OF PEOPLE STARING INTO BONFIRES AND SCRATCHING THEIR HEADS ABSENTLY]

MS. STRUTHERS: Even now, scientists are working on links between Lundgren's Disease and two other, similar afflictions: Jane's Syndrome, and Nonspecific Travolta Immune Deficiency, or DINT.

[CAPTION: SUFFERERS OF NONSPECIFIC TRAVOLTA IMMUNE DEFICIENCY ARE ALSO OFTEN SYXLEDIC. CLEDISLYX. WHATEVER.]

MS. STRUTHERS: Won't you help? Please, give what you can. The life you save may be your own, or Roger Ebert's.

[FADE OUT]

[Snorfle] Oh, the inanity!

I remain, as always...

Nico. (Operators are standing by!)

Mention of Sally Struthers makes me think of South Park's "Starvin' Marvin in Space" episode, and then I giggle a little bit.

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