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Michelle Howard2 said:Speaking of edits, I was actually crunching some numbers the other day... I caught Blow-Up on TV in full screen, and after comparing it to the original, I calculated how much of the movie I was actually seeing.
Man, I had no clue. So now you’re telling me—since you're the one starting this thread—that I’m basically missing out when I watch movies on TV? That’s a total spoiler in itself. How am I supposed to enjoy anything on broadcast now, knowing someone could be hiding in the bushes?! Honestly, you should get Zbanan for this one!
Oh, one more thing about hitting up the AMC Theater. You don't get a pause button, a stop, or a fast-forward—nothing. So, you're pretty much locked in until the credits roll. It’s kind of like reading a book while you're on an Amtrak train, right? You don't really have an alternative, so you just dive in. You aren't skipping over the slow parts just because the trip is long, especially since sometimes the most important stuff is tucked away in those quiet moments.
Man, you're totally oversimplifying things by making a trip to the movies just about the film itself—it's such a reduction. It reminds me of what Napoleon said—something along the lines of how if you have a perfect travel itinerary, you might actually miss out on half the journey? Or even better, if you hit your target too perfectly, you miss everything else. It’s the same deal with going to the AMC Theater—if you only show up for the movie, you’re missing the whole point, right?
So, how does one actually do a movie night right? First things first—before you even head out, you’ve gotta pick up some makeup for your girlfriend, and we’re talking at least... $167 So you lock her in the bathroom for three hours right before the movie starts—total ritual, right? You throw in all the essentials: the makeup, that tiny white mini dress, and those killer sexy boots. It’s gotta be the white mini, black lace panties, and fishnets—nothing less. Then, you borrow a Mercedes 500 SL from your godfather—you know, that tycoon who’s always pushing the legal limit—just to cruise to the AMC Theater. For the look? A thin brown leather jacket, some jeans, and one of those wide-collared 70s-style patterned shirts. Oh, and don't forget the gold chain with the cross... just a little something to keep the vibes right.
Once you step into an AMC Theater, you gotta hit the slot machines first to get that rush going—right? $67 I'll grab some whiskey—once I finish this cigarette. $67And then you just gotta shout—I don't even care anymore! $667He’s got plenty of cash—so he's definitely treating the bum sitting next to him. You just gotta figure out which one is gonna order the coffee first so they don't try to play you... right?
So you're waiting in line at the theater, right? There’s this girl standing just outside the lobby—still totally in your line of sight—but she’s gotta call your cell to let you know you're up. So you pick up, and what do you do? You start barking orders about stocks—like, "Hey, sell some Pfizer, screw those bureaucrats, just buy some ExxonMobil, they're solid..." How much? A few bucks? Yeah, maybe they bumped their commission a little—whatever, let them make enough to grab a sandwich, they're good people—*cynical smile*. Then, when you finally get to the counter, you keep the whole conversation going on the phone while just gesturing wildly at the cashier to tell her what you want. It doesn't even matter if she understands you—it's just the perfect chance to take it out on some random lady, isn't it? Honestly, it's probably an excuse for her to ask you out for a drink after all that. You gotta stay tough with women—can't let your guard down. If the tickets are $58 and you hand over a $60 bill, you gotta make a scene: "KEEP THE CHANGE! GO BUY A DRINK, GET YOUR HAIR DONE, OR MAYBE JUST TRY NOT TO WAKE UP IN YOUR EIGHTIES AGAIN, HA HA HA!"
So you head up to the balcony—and hey, while you're at it, find some kid with popcorn just to snatch it right out of their hands. When they start crying, you just look 'em dead in the eye and ask, "What's the matter, kid? You having a bad day?" Then you lean into your girl, give her a little elbow to the shoulder until she stumbles, and lift her skirt just enough so everyone else realizes exactly what they're missing out on. Finish it off with a quick smack on the backside—kind of like how a dog marks a fire hydrant. MINE.
Grab the largest popcorn they've got and a beer—though honestly, you’ll probably just tuck the rest of the beer and some bourbon in your jacket anyway. My date isn't drinking a drop, because let's be real, having to run to the restroom every twenty minutes is a total buzzkill. Then you inevitably end up stuck in a terrible seat, just waiting for the crowd to settle. It’s actually best when some couple in their 50s walks in—you'll have endless material for roasting them, from the usual political jabs to poking fun at bad veneers, fake hips, or just getting old... it's endless.
Once the movie starts, people just grab their popcorn and start checking out all the hot girls—I guess it’s easier to miss the actual plot when you're distracted by hair and looks, right? Every time a violent scene comes up, everyone just cracks up—especially if it’s some twisted stuff like sexual assault... it's wild. And any time a woman shows up on screen, the comments are always the same: either "Damn, she's hot" or "No way in hell," lol.
Man, once those first few scenes hit, the beer starts flowing and the whiskey comes out. Popcorn is flying everywhere—totally "accidental," right? You’re always the loudest one in the room, barking at everyone and ruining the vibe for the five rows in front of you and the five behind you—but heaven forbid some couple whispers nearby. Then you start yelling: "This isn't the local boardwalk, go hook up in the park or something!" If someone’s phone rings, you make a huge scene about it. You turn toward the projection booth and shout, "Hey, buddy, pause this crap, can't you see I'm talking?!" Just constant noise. But if someone else's phone goes off? Suddenly you're calling them a total hillbilly.
Halfway through the movie, he pulls some foil-wrapped chicken right out of his jacket—can you believe that? Honestly, a head of lettuce and a good burp after the meal would be a nice touch too.
At the end of the movie, you’re basically stumbling out because the whiskey was home-brewed—honestly, who can blame you? You probably should've just peed next to your seat too, since there’s no way anyone’s making it to the restroom in a crowd like that. And of course, getting into a huge blowout with your girlfriend is just part of the whole experience, right? She storms out in tears while you're just sitting there eyeing the younger girls in shorter skirts... and let's be real, no matter what movie you actually sat through, you’re still gonna mutter about how much it sucked.
That's exactly why I love hitting up the theater. Honestly, nothing beats catching an 11 AM matinee—maybe some animated flick? Just chill vibes.
LoveMeTender said:A total masterpiece—really nails that sense of human isolation.
So now blueranger12 is out here claiming that if you don't like this flick, you just don't watch enough movies. That's where I think we run into trouble... I mean, so much modern art—not just film, either—is built around the idea of alienation. But hey, Coppola turned it into a massive hit. Probably because they only dropped about 4 million bucks on it, too? Plus, seeing that kind of loneliness play out in some far-off, exotic country really hits different.
I’d call it:
dustyscout53 said:A movie about human isolation.
Period.
I hate being patronizing, but honestly, because people just DON'T watch enough movies, read enough books, or catch plays anymore, this is
the audience said:A total masterpiece—really nails that sense of human isolation.
Kevin Gonzalez79 said:By the end, you can't even tell where reality ends and fiction begins.
Does getting lost mean questioning the line between what's real and what's made up? Honestly, I think that was the whole point of the book—and the movie, too. It’s about appreciating how wild imagination can be, while also realizing that life itself is always going to be more unpredictable than anything we could dream up, right?
Look, I'm definitely not Steven Spielberg—that info is totally wrong.
dustypilot22 said:Facts.
Is there anything else, or is that it?
Noah Harris50 said:It’s an old topic, but I just had to jump in—after skimming through some of these comments, I’m honestly getting a little annoyed seeing people call this movie a phenomenon.
To be real, I didn't bother reading everything everyone wrote here, but pretty much everything I saw aligns with what Raymond thinks.
Aside from the fact that Scarlett and Bill did a decent job playing two pathetic losers, I can't find anything else good about it. The humor is basically like something out of a Dustin Hoffman cartoon—I don't get who else finds that cheap, broken style funny, where they try to translate twenty Japanese sentences using only five English words? Maybe a six-year-old?
Bill on a treadmill??? One he can't figure out how to turn off? Come on. There’s hardly a treadmill in the US where the STOP button isn't bright red and visible from space (for safety reasons). He’s staying at a hotel where tourists show up, and I'm supposed to believe the gym equipment is all in Japanese???
That Fax that kept him awake was just another reason why the joke in the theater fell totally flat. Geez...
And why did I have to sit through fifteen minutes of fucking karaoke??? Seriously...
So, Scarlett is this young girl traveling to Japan, abandoned by her man—oh, poor thing—and she’s too overwhelmed by a whole new world like Japan to do anything but spend her days and nights in a hotel bar, despite being young and (supposedly) full of potential?! What a pathetic sob story.
I do like how those two lonely souls ( 🙂 ) ended up finding each other, and how they formed that connection without a single kiss or any actual sex—they just understood each other on some higher level—but man, they are pathetic to the core.
The movie is boring. Shallow. Longman. Disappointing. But what really got under my skin as someone who views "film as art"—and also as someone who uses movies to kill boredom—is the unearned hype this garbage received. Everywhere I look, it's "masterpiece," "work of art," 5 out of 5 stars, 10 out of 10, 32 out of 32. And then they serve us this crap. Psh.
If this is a masterpiece, where does that leave The Godfather, for example? Not even mentioning other films that, in my opinion, carry way more weight.
Plus, you can actually see the microphone. 😁 😁 😁
Richard Hernandez13 said:That's Keanu Reeves and Winona Ryder up there—plus you've got Woody Harrelson and Robert Downey Jr. in the cast.
And I'm just Mickey Mouse...
Gay man said:I see you're terrified of culture—probably scared civilization itself would turn you into a total sadist.
Well, if you're what counts as "culture," then yeah, I guess I really am a sadist. You're just living in your own little gayland...
Gay man, even if being gay were some kind of disorder—which, let’s be real, it isn't—it would probably just get lost in the shuffle among all those other issues you've got going on. So, your orientation is basically just the tip of the iceberg at this point. You're both gay and... well, you know. I bet you've got pink curtains hanging in your room too. Oh, you absolute joker!
gay man said:I'm with you on that one,
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some movies just mess with people's heads—especially those unstable or aggressive types.
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A total slur from someone who isn't even gay...
Rudan, Nacional
But hey, those movies *are* about unstable and aggressive guys—you know, gay men. 😵
Gay man said:So how does it work—why do you get more rights than the rest of us users who aren't mods?
Look, just imagine if the mods were straight and all the other users were gay. It’s totally normal for the mods to have more privileges, right?
Gay man, you’re just a fake—that’s all I wanted to say. I can tell you’re terrified of the North America; probably even scared your wife thought you were turning gay. You aren't a real, true-blue, 501-style gay man—you're just playing the part. That's where all your frustration comes from, isn't it? That's why you fight for gay rights so hard—you're just hoping they'll finally accept you, and maybe you'll actually accept yourself too.
Gay man said:man
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shouldn't you, as one of the mods, actually know the basic rules of how to act on this forum
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By clicking the "I accept the Forum rules" button, you agree not to post offensive messages on any basis—racial, national, or religious. Posting vulgar, threatening, or any other messages that violate the law is strictly prohibited.
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Racial, national, and religious, huh? So, are you gay based on race, nationality, or religion?
Honestly, I don't give a damn if you're gay, but I'm pretty sure your whole vibe is just a byproduct of being anti-American—that's what's really going on. You aren't even a real gay man.
Gay man said:Yeah..
it's totally normal,,
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to lobotomize, insult, and threaten someone with violence just because we don't see eye to eye on a couple of movies
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Well yeah, obviously I'm gonna threaten you with violence—what am I supposed to do, offer you cookies and lemonade? 🙂 🙂 🙂
Slur...
dustyscout53 said:I actually thought the movie was pretty good... the girls did an awesome job with their roles too... I've always been a fan of little Gyllenhaal (her brother is 😍 right? haha)
It worked for me. It wasn't a masterpiece or anything, but it definitely wasn't the total disaster everyone rushed to trash. Between the drama, the whole gender equality thing, parenting struggles—kids' wants vs. what parents want—it all kind of clicked. 👍
Gary Jones10 said:We’ve been together a year and two months. 🙂
Wait, what are you even talking about? A year and two months? What kind of math is that? Are you trying to squeeze a whole year into two months or something? Is he working on an oil rig or something where you only see him for a bit? Seriously, why are you being so random? You acting like it's still New Year's Eve or something? 😛