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I didn't watch anything last night (was driving back to my parents' house), but I watched Osama the afternoon before. Definitely an emotionally wrought movie. Succinct but not subtle. It was not a happy precursor to a drunken night on the town, but I would recommend it to those with an interest in politics, human rights or the middle east.
 
Bit or Cronos (Ron Perlman not at his best that's for sure) but I had to turn it off to watch Drawn Together.

Then I read the Orignals and fell asleap.
 
Hot Fuzz. Irritatingly, my catchphrase-obsessed flatmate has now declared that she will "have to" start using catchphrases from the film. This pisses me off beyond all measure. No, you "have to" stop talking in fucking catchphrases, chum.

SG
 
25th Hour. Solid if unspectacular Spike Lee joint. Ed Norton good as usual. Philip Seymour Hoffman and Brian Cox a little underused.

Quality "fuck you" monologue 'n' all

Well, fuck you, too. Fuck me, fuck you, fuck this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! Fuck Jacob Elinsky, whining malcontent. Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. Fuck Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fucking bitch. Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, cheering the Bronx bombers. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.
 
swimming pool - charlotte rampling

strange film, she's an uptight crime novelist who goes and stays in her publisher's house in france to recharge her batteries - starts writing - his promiscuous daughter turns up, shagging all-comers - she hates her, then likes her - but is she the daughter?:confused:

lotas of twists and turns - starts slow - but really gets going - beautifully filmed...
 
Vacancy - oooh, Wolf Creek sorta thing, although not as scary. Good tho.

Sunshine - fucking great sci-fi jobbie. Watch this bastard!
 
A Scanner Darkly - interesting for the first half, but it suffered from the usual Linklater verbosity and my attention wondered, so I didn't know what was going on by the end.
 
Dubversion said:
told ya.

stunning innit?
Yeah, I loved how, though it was essentially a love story (though not trite in execution or conclusion in any way nor is it cheesy), it depicted the clash of cultural values in such a complex but understated and non-judgmental way. The main male character is not only thawing out emotionally, but is also waking up to his own neglected cultural identity, and it's played out so well. Fantastic soundtrack too (the song that plays over the mini-scene in the fairground made me think, 'no wonder Dub loves this, it's such a Randy & Earl song':)). I'm babbling - great films always make me do that :oops:
 
the prestige - excellent. i'm beginning to appreciate hugh jackman's choice of movies...first 'the fountain' and now this!

hostel - all the tits and ass in the world can't save this appalling work of shit. my god...i felt i was watching a rocco siffredi video at first...bloody crap. don't watch it. ever!
 
Apocalypto

Good movie even though it parted from real history. And a couple of the Mayan extras had mustaches. I look for things like that.
 
Punk Attitude.

starts excellently, gets REALLY fucking dull in the middle (please find some NEW footage :rolleyes: ) and then gets interesting again for post-punk and then turns into the "Henry Rollins is cool, Agnostic Front are wankers" show.

not bad
 
I liked it all the way through until Nirvana came along - didn't find it dull at all, but I'd not seen any of the footage before. They also seemed to skip quite a few years in the 80s
 
The minus man.

Owen Wilson not doing a funny role. I only got halfway though before reading comic books instead. I may go back later. I've got the second half of cronos to get back to too though.
 
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