quietdriver3 said:Honestly, any bad British film serves as a perfect example for this topic—since Americans have that strange, invisible connection to acting (not sure why, maybe being whipped by William Shakespeare somehow boosts quality?) they just seem to have the best actors in the world, so even their worst movies are above average when it comes to casting. 😁
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Man, just look at their kids in movies—even from such a young age, they can already play those cold-blooded killers with that chilling stare🙏
Joseph Lee3 said:then Jim Broadbent was right there next to her—and honestly, he's probably the finest actor working today, if you ask me—because his technique is just... invisible. It’s this flawless underplaying and perfect character building, no matter what kind of script they throw at him.
Oh, come on—John Badham is a complete legend 🙏 and the movie is actually quite good.
Speaking of which, Breakfast of Champions is the first one that comes to mind—and, honestly, it's probably the absolute worst film ever made, at least in my opinion. I don't even have the words to describe how terrible that movie was.
Anthony Davis6 said:Look, let's just say it in a few sentences—it's not like immigrants are being handed everything on a silver platter in France. If anything, they have to scrape by however they can. Of course an immigrant might be more willing to take on some sketchy job than a local American who already has everything they need.
But hey—the issue is that the movie doesn't really show that he's facing typical immigrant struggles. What happened to him... well, I guess it could have happened to anyone, regardless of whether they were an immigrant or not, right?
ironcrane7 said:The middle section was actually great—but man, that first half-hour was such a grind that I had to rewatch it three times just to catch up. I guess if they had slowed down during the intro and focused more on the unraveling and the specific procedures (including the exit from the woods), the final collapse would have felt much heavier—and maybe those noir vibes would have made more sense.
Honestly, Bobby is just the absolute gold standard—I mean, thank goodness we have more pop vocalists who actually possess his kind of talent, truly. 🙏 🙏
I think you might be joking—there’s no such thing as Joe and Bob; it’s always just John and Bob. Or maybe in some parts of the US it's John and George, though Americans probably wouldn't even know the difference.
Really? I mean—how can you be so certain that, from where you're standing right now, you actually know what you'd do if you were in that exact position?
So, what’s the issue there? It seems—to me, at least—quite logical. I mean, maybe his craving for vacuum-sealed coffee was just the spark he needed to keep going? 🙄
Maria Barnes said:How much is that actually worth in dollars? And honestly, why does it even matter to you? But, since you’re asking—you might notice we don't even have a header banner up there; we just forgot to add it when this Reddit community first launched and, well, we've been too lazy to fix it since. There's your answer. I mean, seriously—don't just talk nonsense. 😘
Yeah... I guess that little lemon of yours doesn't really have anything to do with the fact that everyone who actually matters from that sub-thread has already moved over to the cafe 🤣 🤣 🤣