It seems these blockbuster sequels never stop coming! Especially with box-office queen Delphine Seyrig.
Jeanne Dielman, 23 Quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles, Part 2: Whores in Prison
The Kindle of Madame De…
Mandingo 2: the Reconstruction
Irma La Douce Douce
Wind 2: Gale
Theodore Rex Goes to Japan
Tank Girl, You’ll Be a Woman, Soon
Werckmeister Harmonies 2: And the Band (of Drunken, Hirsute, Hungarian Accordionists) Played On, or, So Long and Thanks for All the Giant Dead Sea Mammals
Hard Candy: Chew Harder
Always 2: Always and Forever
One Hour Photo 2: Overexposed
My Dog Skip 2: Life Is Shit
Diarrhea of a Country Priest
Curly Sue 20 Years Later: Curlier and Thicker
Cop 8 and a Half
The 401 Blows
Amarcord Again: Bigger Farts and Tits
They Shot Horses, Didn’t They?
Le regle de jeu 2: Scanner Cops
Hamlet 2 2
Cinderella Man: The 4th Anniversary Re-Release
Inland Empire Strikes Back
Been There
Wavelength II: Breaking the Waves
Last Year at Marienbad 2: Last Year at Marienbad
You found us, I don’t know how, but you found us. Reverse Shot, still the hotttttest website around, certainly still has it devoted fanbase of google-tromping ne’er-do-wells. If there’s anything we can ever do to pay back you bunch of genitalia-patrolling, answer-craving, spelling-challenged De Palma heads, please let us know. Here’s just a small collection, sampled from over the past two days.
girls in bottomless party kumar
what makes a dictator liked by their people
crying game penis scene
gomorrah is boring
“last concentration camp survivor”
ladi sexi scene
body double power drill
Dressed to kill+Psycho
sex and the city movie miranda frigid
synecdoche new york explained
symbolism in the movie carrie
little mermaid vagina shot
romanian hirsute gypsy pussys
girls perspective on fetishes
boy gay movie free
the truthful about james crawford
incredible hulk body t-shirt
raising cain explanation
faris bueller’s big day off, yellow
new movies about old man who ages in reverse
Ice slops
[ED: and my personal favorite] kevin smith mise en scene
“This isn’t life, it’s just stuff. And it’s become more important to you than living. Well, honey, that’s just nuts.” (Kevin Spacey, American Beauty)
“I don’t want you blowing it up my urethra.” (Elias Koteas, prying gum from an airport parking garage hooker’s mouth, Crash)
“I’ll see you in another life… when we are both cats.” (Penelope Cruz to disfigured Tom Cruise in Vanilla Sky)
“It’s not what I want, it’s what you want, and how bad you want it. ‘Cause it’s gonna cost you. Can’t show it to you right now, but it’s about 5’5”, 115 pounds, three or four of that just pure tit. Nice curly brown hair, upstairs and down.” (JT Walsh, Breakdown)
“Everything!!” (Sissy Spacek, breaking plates in In the Bedroom)
“Look at the faces. They all look the same.” (Little-kid, realizing that Los Angeles’s racial fissures can be healed in the unity of a crisis, surveying the ash-painted populace, Volcano)
“She’s got the most incredible body too and a pair of titties that make you wanna stand up and beg for buttermilk. Ass like a ten year old boy.” (Bill Paxton, talking about Jamie Lee Curtis, in True Lies)
“Buy me lunch? I eat light.” (Bob Wuhl in Batman)
“Most times, I keep the memory far in the back of my mind, a distant cloud. But there are times when the little cloud spreads, until it obscures the sky. And those times I look around at my fellow men and I am reminded of some likeness of the beast-people, and I feel as though the animal is surging up in them. And I know they are neither wholly animal nor wholly man, but an unstable combination of both. As unstable as anything Moreau created. And I go… in fear.” (closing monologue of The Island of Dr. Moreau, accompanied by images of L.A. riots)
“You mess with one of us, you mess with ALL of us.” (New Yorker on bridge in Spiderman)
“I don’t care if he has pictures of me wearing nipple rings and butt-fucking Captain Kangaroo!” (Michael Douglas, The Game)
“Whats in the box. What’s in the box. What’s in baaaaaawks. What’s in the baaawwwwwkkkkss….WHAT’S IN THE FUCKING BOX!?!” (Brad Pitt, Se7en)
“Y’know, I could eat a peach for hours.” (Nic Cage, Face/Off)
“Ey’ yo, yo why you trippin’? We’re just fuckin’ with ya. In fact, I’m gonna show you what I mean with a little demonstration. Toss me the burner. [Oldman is tossed a shotgun] All right, peep this. Pretend this is that fine centerfold bitch, y’know what I’m saying’? And you’re you… [“Floyd” shrugs. Oldman cocks the shotgun and shoots Floyd] (Gary Oldman with dreadlocks, True Romance)
“When she is having her little titties squeezed, do you think she ever has any fantasies about what handsome Dr. Bill’s dickie might be like?” (Nicole Kidman, Eyes Wide Shut)
“Listen, punk. To me you’re nothin’ but dogshit, you understand? And a lot of things can happen to dogshit. It can be scraped up with a shovel off the ground. It can dry up and blow away in the wind. Or it can be stepped on and squashed. So take my advice and be careful where the dog shits ya!” (Clint Eastwood, Sudden Impact)
“I feel like 9/11!” (Amy Ryan, Gone Baby Gone)
“Stu, don’t do this. Please, come on. My sainted mother used to do this. She used to dish this out… Stu, please don’t this. Stu, you’re bringing back my unhappy childhood. Stu, talk to me, please! Talk to me! I can’t take it Stu… Ahh!” [laughs] .. I’m kidding. I had a very happy childhood.” (Kiefer Sutherland as The Caller, Phone Booth)
“I can’t believe he’s stopping here, this place is totally cruddy.” (Juliette Lewis, From Dusk Till Dawn)
“Sahtay Ahlihve Noh Mahtur What Ohcurs. iwillfindyou!” (Daniel Day Lewis, Last of the Mohicans)
“Who are you trying to be, R. Kelly?” (Barry Pepper to an Anna Paquin–kissing PS Hoffman, 25th Hour)
“Gearin’ up for another sleepless night with a Comedy Marathon.” (Brian Cox, Red Eye)
“We did drugs to expand our minds . . . not to escape.” (A whiny John Densmore to an obnoxiously trashed Jim Morrison, The Doors)
Connery Edition
“I am the last one!” (Dragonheart)
“I found a cure for the fucking plague of the 20th century, and now I’ve lost it!” (Medicine Man)
“Bolt the door if you’re coming in!” . . . “You’re the man now, dog.” (Finding Forrester)
“Your *best*? Losers always whine about their best. Winners go home and fuck the prom queen.” (The Rock)
Jeff Fahey in The Lawnmower Man edition:
”...my birth cry will be the sound of every phone on this planet ringing in unison”
“I am God here!”
“Ah, there he is. The ‘good’ Father McKeen. Took in the poor idiot nobody wanted.”
“You’re wrong! You need to be led, just like everyone else, it’s a basic need.”
“Your naive idiocy makes me very angry!”
“Kenner, just in case we get killed, I wanted to tell you that you have the biggest dick I’ve ever seen on a man.” (Brandon Lee, Showdown in Little Tokyo)
-anything to add?
. . . about this week’s new releases.
- Many people will see Hunger only because Michael Fassbender is hot.
- Alex Proyas probably has a career because Brandon Lee is dead. So, thank you for dying, Brandon Lee, so we can see Knowing.
- The only way Paul Rudd can regain artistic credibility at this point is to have unironic, pleasurable, dirty actual gay sex on screen with an irrefutably attractive male costar.
- Fernando Meirelles has made going to the movies so much worse than it should be. This week’s evidence: Sin nombre!
- The Edge of Love is coming out, effectively hidden, with no fanfare. Factory Girl‘s Sienna Miller is officially a film’s kiss of death.
- The Great Buck Howard needs to coast on the charms of a character actor people only pretend to like (John Malkovich), a cameoing movie star people people are told they have to like (Tom Hanks), and the unlikable son of said movie star who’s the acting equivalent of a booger (Colin). Good luck, Buck.
- The thirteen-story anthology film We Pedal Uphill has twelve stories too many.
- You know that little tiny voice in the back of your head that tells you that maybe, just maybe, anyone who feels the need to see Watchmen (which, judging from the picture below, might have been called Douchebags) more than once, or discuss it with any type of reverence, is basically a humongous baby-man, but then you tell yourself, no, no, you’re being really judgmental and uppity and a snob and there are all sorts of types of artistic expression and some of them are popular and it’s ok to take comic books seriously, but then the little voice again says, no, this is just a culture of infantilized twits who wouldn’t know culture if it hit them on the head, but then you’re, like, geez stop it, this is why nobody likes you? Listen to that little voice.
. . . and on to better things.
But first:
The Good, the, Bad, the Ugly, and the End of It All. Say goodbye to 2008 with the annual Reverse Shot “ceremony,” which awards filmmaking in all its permutations and mutilations. Among those fêted this year include Zhang Yimou, Rosario Dawson, Jacques Rivette, the Wachowskis, M. Night Shy, Baleful Christian, Nazis, Spike Lee, Natalie Portman, and Samantha Morton. If you’re sick to death of 2008 already, don’t say we didn’t warn you.
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