[quote=“sandman”]So you gotta categorise. So Pan’s Labyrinth is one of those limp-wristed effeminate wearing-a-neckerchief faggots gently stroking himself to orgasm, then Hellboy II is a truck-driving redneck cranked up to googly-eyed MAYHEM on a NT$2,000 bag of greasy primo ice sucked up through a soot-encrusted glass pipe pounding the fucking bejesus in the goddamn ass out of a two-dollar Bakersfield whore. TWO times!
See this movie![/quote]
You had me at “truck-driving redneck”. Been waiting for the DVD release, or is it out already?
Saw the John Woo movie Red Cliff on the Weekend. Thought it was pretty good, and really looking forward to catching Red Cliff II when it gets released on DVD.
I also caught Jolie’s Wanted. Not too bad, but mostly because of James McAvoy.
[quote=“Wanted”]Wesley: [voice-over] It’s my anorexic boss’ birthday. This means there’s a certain amount of inter-office pressure to stand around the conference table, eating crappy food and pretending to worship her. Acting for five minutes like Janice doesn’t make all our lives miserable is the hardest work I’ll do all day. My job title is account manager. I used to be called an account service representative, but a consultant told us we have to manage our clients, and to not service them. I have a girlfriend who I neither manage or service. That’s my best friend Barry fucking her on an Ikea kitchen table I picked up for a really good price. I’m finding it hard to care about anything these days. In fact, the only thing I do care about is the fact that I can’t care about anything. Seriously, it worries me. My name is Wesley Gibson. My dad walked out on my mom when I was seven days old. Sometimes I wonder if he ever looked into my baby blue eyes and asked himself “did I just father the most insignificant asshole of the twenty-first century”?
Cathy: Wesley!
Wesley: [half-asleep] What is it?
Cathy: What do you mean what is it? Listen.
[subway train passes by and shakes the entire apartment]
Cathy: How the hell am I supposed to sleep with all that fucking racket? When are we going to move so that we don’t have to wake up to that shit?
Wesley: I kind of like it.
[voice-over]
Wesley: It helps to drown out the sound of your annoying fucking voice. Now please, let me sleep.
Wesley: [yelling to Janice] Shut the fuck up!
[the office grows quiet]
Wesley: [to co-workers] She has one single iota of tenuous power. She thinks she can push everyone around.
[grabs Janice’s stapler]
Wesley: You don’t need this.
[throws stapler into the wall of his cubicle]
Wesley: I understand. Junior high must’ve been kind of tough, but it doesn’t give you the right to treat your workers like horseshit, Janice. I know we laugh at you, Janice. We all know you keep a stash of jelly donuts in the top drawer of your desk.
[crouches down]
Wesley: But I want you to know, if you weren’t such a bitch, we’d feel sorry for you. I do feel sorry for you. But as it stands, the way you behave - I feel I can speak for the entire office when I tell you… go fuck yourself.
[last lines after shooting someone in the head]
Wesley: [to audience] What the fuck have you done lately? [/quote]
Definitely one for anyone who does or who has ever worked in a cubicle with a crappy overbearing boss.
