Plenty of atmospheric dread.
It’s intriguing enough to get through, but it’s really nothing special.
“Make a contribution to the fight.
ANY fight…the one you believe in.”
“Barnes has got it in for you, doesn’t he?
Barnes believes in what he’s doing.
Do you? Do you believe?
In ’65, yeah. Now…”
“…I’ve never stopped to look at clouds before; or rainbows. You know, I can tell you exactly why one appears in the sky, but considering its beauty has always been out of the question.”
28 Months Later: No change.
28 Years Later: No change.
28 Decades Later: No change.
Completely pointless cr@p sequel.
Nope, not worth it. Gross(ly) overdone.
Gotta love the cymbals, though.
No Coke, Pepsi.
*shrug* “…it’s alright.”
“…an exhilaration born of having no further doubts and dilemmas, no more crucial decisions which need to be made, nothing but going through on his chosen course and dying in a just cause.”
“A big young black guy just made a good play, so here’s a sideline shot of a big old white guy.”
The whole gig’s been a real gas, man.
FAIR USE: CRITICISM – Can you dig it, man?
FAIR USE: CRITICISM – I’m gonna win.
“What is fascinating about the Douglas character, as written and played, is the core of sadness in his soul. Yes, by the time we meet him, he has gone over the edge. But there is no exhilaration in his rampage, no release. He seems weary and confused, and in his actions he unconsciously follows scripts that he may have learned from the movies, or on the news, where other frustrated misfits vent their rage on innocent bystanders.”
So when I was a semi-wee one, there was a specific moment that marked the end of the beginning and the start of the next phase.
Thank God I didn’t know it was a portent for a certainty.
Earl Grey, please.
“…i’m the bad guy?”
His life consists largely of fear and pain and despair; fortunately and blessfully saved by the love of the only person that truly understands him.
Inspirational Quote: “I need to believe…something extraordinary is possible.”
More painful than funny. But then again I’m in a pretty sh1t mood.
I looked outside and saw some birds.
I thought to myself, “If they all attacked en masse it’d be pretty darn creepy”.
Now Alfred Hitchcock, who’s supposed to be so bloody wonderful, padded that out to two hours.
Lost all the tension.
The setup is mediocre and so is a lot of the dialogue, but still, pretty darn creepy.
“My opponent for office just received an endorsement from the Puppy Haters Association. Is that the sort of person you would want to vote for?”
No hate Puppies! 🙁
It’s a movie-long joke. And like most jokes, it’s good when it’s funny and it’s boring when it tries to get “dramatic”.
Goes from amusing to “please let it end” not even halfway through.
Do all humans eventually come to the same general conclusions and revelations about life and meaning?
And if so, are we doing a favor or stunting growth by recording them for the future?