Posts by James Lopez3

Maleficent (if I recall the translation correctly) from Sleeping Beauty

The Sound of Music - The Donkey Serenata (though I think E lucean le stelle would have been a far more fitting choice)

They might not be my absolute favorites—certainly not the films I hold in the highest regard—but they do offer some rather compelling perspectives on how a soundtrack can truly define a cinematic experience:
1. Natural Born Killers Shitlist
2. Pulp Fiction Comanche & If Love is a Red Dress
3. Tacones lejanos Piensa en mi
4. La fille sur le pont Who Will Take My Dreams Away
5. Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels Intro

Natural Born Killers

In my humble opinion, this movie belongs in the absolute gutter of cinematic failures. It honestly isn't even worth the digital bits used to stream it.

This is exactly what happens when I send my boyfriend off to the local Blockbuster.

It actually turned out to be quite productive; once he settled in front of the TV for about ten minutes, I was able to stretch my legs, wander around the house, and finally tackle some of those "lingering" chores I'd been avoiding.

MY BRAIN IS ABSOLUTELY FRIED FROM THAT MOVIE.

redowl90 said:I honestly don't follow what this thread is even about.

It’s really just a matter of those so-called tropes, which you find in literature as well—for instance, those tired stereotypes that seem to crawl through endless piles of movies just to irritate us. Take the classic rebel cop who picks fights with everyone in sight yet somehow remains perfectly "righteous." Or, more frequently seen in crime flicks or thrillers, those incredibly clichéd lines like, "(We're) back to square one."

There are certainly instances where they manage to deliver decent films. They can range from anything—say, that tired, overly sanctimonious cop archetype who thinks he’s some kind of hero, to those standard🤮 predictable little beats, like the constant flickering candlelight during sex scenes or that ubiquitous, hollow "I appreciate it" line you seem to hear in every third movie. I find myself wondering—to what extent, or perhaps even how much, do these clichés actually grate on your nerves?
Or am I just being uniquely...