Olivia Lee12 said:I watched the original many years ago, and I have to say I enjoyed it, though I wouldn't rank it among my absolute favorites. That assault scene everyone talks about—especially considering when the movie was filmed—was truly nauseating to watch; it actually left me feeling quite unwell afterward. Because of that, I really don't understand why anyone (the "it's all about the money" argument doesn't really hold water for me) would have the desire to film something that simply cannot surpass the original. I mean, it seems nearly impossible to find an actor capable of matching the performance of Hoffman, and above all, a director who could manage to not just replicate, but actually exceed the atmosphere of the entire film. Regardless of what state the world is in, surely there aren't that few interesting themes out there to explore for a first version?
I completely agree with this... there are just far too many remakes these days. It makes me wonder if the American film industry is in such a state of chaos that it's running out of original ideas and scripts. It feels to me like it’s mostly because the easiest path is to play the card of a successful movie and churn out a remake or a second, third, fourth sequel, and so on. I do agree that everything revolves around profit nowadays and that producers are terrified of taking risks—or if they must take them, they want to ensure those risks are kept to an absolute minimum... As for the movie straw dog, it's certain that no remake could ever approach its level of quality. In fact, when I think about it, I find myself wondering if a remake has ever truly surpassed its original in terms of quality. One specific instance comes to mind... The Thing John Carpenter's version from 1982 is superior to the 1951 version by Howard Hawks. Does anyone else know of an example like that?
I’d like to bring up a film that didn't make the cut... I'm talking about Raising Cain from 1992. It truly is an excellent piece of cinema, especially with the performance by John Lithgow... Generally speaking, I have a great deal of affection for all of the films directed by Brian De Palma.
John Ford is undeniably one of the greatest filmmakers to ever grace the screen... For me personally, his absolute masterpiece has to be The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance... honestly, it stands as one of my favorite films of all time, easily making its way into my personal top ten list. As for his other brilliant works, I can still vividly recall several others: The Treasure of the Sierra Madre Autumn of the Chejen The Searchers Fort Apache Stagecoach She Wore a Yellow Ribbon Three Comrades, Two Riders, My Dear Clementine The Quiet Man Two Riders My Dear Clementine
Unfortunately, I have to say this is the worst film in Sergio Leone's filmography It really would have been better if he had just stuck to making spaghetti westerns instead.
It’s truly an excellent film... It was quite refreshing to see Robert De Niro in such an unconventional role, given that he's typically cast as the quintessential mobster rather than this type of character.
A truly magnificent film... D-Fens stands out as one of the most compelling cinematic antiheroes ever put to screen. I have revisited this piece several times now... and I honestly feel like I could watch it again right this second.
I’ve decided to formally withdraw my complaints regarding the moderation provided by Nica... and at the same time, I am also withdrawing my complaint against the moderation of bliss.
Well, you actually mentioned that to me in a private message earlier, and because you're repeating something you've already stated, I'm going to have to dock some negative points for a procedural error...
The moderator rustydrifter10 seems to interpret the community guidelines quite arbitrarily, frequently deleting posts simply because she decides they don't align with the topic at hand. Even when someone presents a clear, logical argument proving that a post is actually relevant, she just shifts the goalposts and finds some other reason to justify the removal. It feels as though rustydrifter10 is unwilling to entertain any dissenting perspectives, pushing a single narrative that is increasingly alienating the very people who make this forum worth visiting. It isn't hard to see why engagement is cratering; when you can't express an opinion without fear of being censored, you lose interest in participating altogether. The evidence is right there in the declining activity levels—the stream of fresh comments and replies is steadily drying up.
In just a few days, the thriller Upper East Side, starring Melanie Griffith, will be available to stream on TV. In this particular film, Michael Keaton plays the antagonist, and if you ask me, he delivers one of those truly chilling performances—the kind of villainous character you'd sincerely hope you never cross paths with in real life.
Timothy Ortiz2 said:How do I get over this? I’m not looking for typical "just move to another state" advice or anything like that—I want to talk about the psychological side of things. Because honestly, I have no clue what to do with myself. Basically, I’m head over heels for the wrong guy. We don't have a relationship, and there isn't even any physical stuff going on🙄. But this crush has spiraled into a full-blown obsession. It's not like I'm stalking him or anything🤣, but he is constantly on my mind. I dream about him, and I can't even look at other guys—nobody else interests me. And get this: I see his last name everywhere. It’s not even a super common name, but I swear I run into it every single time I turn a corner😲🙄. It just goes on and on.
The hardest part about breaking this obsession is that he seems obsessed with me, too. He’s always reaching out, sending these 🙄stupid texts, and staring at me whenever we're in the same room. It would be so much easier if we just stopped talking or seeing each other, but I can't bring myself to do it. If he doesn't text me over the weekend, I literally lose my mind.☕
Look, I know I sound crazy.😂 How do I fix my brain?😕🤷
Oh, one more thing—and no, I’m not some fifteen-year-old kid.😁
I truly empathize with what you're going through, and I can tell you from experience that obsessive infatuation is absolute misery. I went through a similar phase once where I was obsessively enamored with someone, and looking back, it never led to anything positive. It was nothing but heartache and constant mental exhaustion. I honestly regret the amount of time I wasted on those feelings. Being in love is one thing, but being obsessed is quite another, because that kind of intensity just tears you apart. My advice to you is this: try to break free as soon as possible, because this state of mind is more draining than any sickness.
Anonymous said:But honestly, you can't just force yourself to feel a certain way when you're feeling completely different inside 🤷
To me, actions speak louder than words. You've gotta be real with yourself.
I have to disagree there. To me, the whole point is that you *should* try to shift your mindset toward something better. Why stay stuck in the mud of depression? You have to fight against it using every tool at your disposal. It’s far too easy to just give in and let the current sweep you away, but that isn't the answer. Of course, I realize that sometimes life hits you hard and you can't just bypass sadness or whatever else comes your way, but we shouldn't allow ourselves to linger in those dark places for too long.
Angela Morris said:So, you believe I should continue working on myself even if it only yields a few good months? I am not certain. If that is truly all there is to it, then I suppose I will proceed. However, I was hoping for something more permanent... :-(
That is precisely my point. Perhaps if you stay the course, those good stretches won't just be fleeting moments lasting a month, but will actually start to stretch out. Persistence really is the long-term solution here. Once you turn those positive periods into a consistent habit, the bad patches will feel smaller and further apart until, before you know it, they aren't even something you remember.
Angela Morris said:I have just come to the realization that things may never truly improve. I spent years hoping to find some semblance of peace or happiness, but it remains elusive. I have read countless psychology books, attempted to adopt positive thinking, and worked extensively on myself... there are brief windows of progress, only for me to slide back into those same dark thoughts—the desire to simply not exist, the urge to end it all. (Though, perhaps I lack the courage for such an act, as the physical pain terrifies me; still, in those moments, I wouldn't mind if a car struck me in a crossing. My recklessness in traffic tends to increase during these periods...) After so many attempts to force myself into being happy, satisfied, or free from fear... everything reverts to its original state. I am losing my faith that any change is possible. I have even watched documentaries on the subject. I saw a segment about someone with symptoms similar to mine undergoing electroconvulsive therapy—you know, the kind where they use 😛 electrical impulses. In movies, people with traumatic childhoods almost always end up as serial killers, seemingly beyond any help. Is this actually how life works? Do the wounds we receive once never truly heal? Or is modern psychology merely suggesting that everything can be fixed...
Even if nothing else changes, all that effort you put into working on yourself and staying positive was worth it for those few months when you actually felt okay. It's a shame you aren't more persistent.
I honestly think these studies are just a complete waste of resources. I mean, who actually cares about analyzing how gay men walk? It seems entirely pointless to me.