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Same here. Anvil! made me cry. You couldn't help but fall in love with Lips and Robb, even if they were still chasing some far-off fantasy about living the life of rock n' roll milk and honey.
The irony, of course, is that this documentary has made Anvil more popular than they've ever been, so it looks like the dream's finally coming true, albeit 30 years too late.
The irony, of course, is that this documentary has made Anvil more popular than they've ever been, so it looks like the dream's finally coming true, albeit 30 years too late.

Last night we watched Candy, an absolutely horrific masterpiece. The last film Heath Ledger finished filming before his death (Yeah, I KNOW about Batman. I said FINISHED) and very obviously the cause of his problems. ooooooboy.
Abbie Cornish is gorgeous and beautiful. But that she becomes a hooker to buy smack (not a spoiler - Barbara take note, it happens early in the film so is fair game for discussion) is just so much ugh and argh. Really? Do we have to go down the Requiem for a Dream route?
Movies like this both fascinate and make me twitch.
But so pretty and well done that it is still recommended.
Abbie Cornish is gorgeous and beautiful. But that she becomes a hooker to buy smack (not a spoiler - Barbara take note, it happens early in the film so is fair game for discussion) is just so much ugh and argh. Really? Do we have to go down the Requiem for a Dream route?
Movies like this both fascinate and make me twitch.
But so pretty and well done that it is still recommended.

Weird thing was that there was one scene that I swear I saw before -- but the rest of the film after that didn't seem to fit with what I had seen before, maybe on HBO in a hotel room or something.
I watched that recently. Was not a fan of the accents on DiCaprio or Crowe. Sometimes Texan, sometimes generic American, sometimes southern. Not real, not consistent. Very distracting.
Perhaps what you saw was from the trailer, Larry?
Perhaps what you saw was from the trailer, Larry?

Maybe I'm stuck in a time warp.
You, aren't you the one who told the world about the ending of Avatar? That wasn't Kevin. He is usually a pretty handy target, but not today. Today it is all you, lady.
**puts Barbara in the fruit hat, plops her into the go-kart, runs her round the track**
Hold onto your hat, Barbara!
**puts Barbara in the fruit hat, plops her into the go-kart, runs her round the track**
Hold onto your hat, Barbara!

The pickins on PPV are mighty slim these days and I keep forgetting to return my Netflix. That is my story and I'm sticking to it.
"Avatar" finally on Friday night. LOVED it!
Good riddance, blockbuster. You screwed me out of SO much money in the 90s on ridiculous late fees.

Streaming video, here we come!
I watched Zombieland a couple of nights ago, and liked it fine. It wasn't as funny as Shaun of the Dead, instead going for the angsty twenty-something demographic, with a Michael Cera look-alike in the lead role. I'd even say it was cute, which is a weird thing to say about a zombie movie.
The zombies were appropriately gross, the suspense was good, and I liked the "rules of survival" part, and the twinkie hunt.
There's a local Movie Gallery that's closing. They're liquidating their entire catalog, so I may have to duck over there and buy me some DVDs at discount prices.
I love the hell out of Zombieland. I've seen it 3 or 4 times by now, but, yeah, it's not as funny as Shawn of the Dead.
I love the hell out of Zombieland. I've seen it 3 or 4 times by now, but, yeah, it's not as funny as Shawn of the Dead.

In any event, this is not a recommendation to see VCB, just reporting on my movie-watching.
Sally wrote: "Good riddance, blockbuster. You screwed me out of SO much money in the 90s on ridiculous late fees."
Unlucky. I have a good relationship with my local Blockbuster owner. He knows I'm going to return them, eventually & in good order. He always waives the late fees.
Unlucky. I have a good relationship with my local Blockbuster owner. He knows I'm going to return them, eventually & in good order. He always waives the late fees.
Unlucky? Maybe I'm just bad at getting them back by the 2am cut off time on the date of which they are due.
And this happened at Blockbusters in Boulder, Portland, and in Fort Collins. I think you are just the exceptionally lucky one, Gail. I'm just average.
And this happened at Blockbusters in Boulder, Portland, and in Fort Collins. I think you are just the exceptionally lucky one, Gail. I'm just average.
Maybe it is really a sign that if they aren't nice to their loyal customers, the customers won't come back.
2am that's a bit tough, we get until 7pm the next day.
2am that's a bit tough, we get until 7pm the next day.
I'm exaggerating. But I never seemed to know the right time and always missed it by just a wee scratch.
Darn, I'am always a bit out of step with you guy's.


Watched Slumdog Millionaire the night before. Also loved it, but not for any of the same reasons. It was an excellent movie.






I hate to type this, but....ROFLMAO!!!
To me that was just not having to think about humorous.
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The comparisons to “This Is Spinal Tap” are miles beyond obvious and/or ironic. The only problem is Lips Kudlow and Robb Reiner (how’s that for coincidence?) aren’t joking, having lived the life for well over 30 years now, still continuing to tear away at the rock and roll dream at the tender age of 50-something, fully convinced their day jobs are just stopgaps until the really big coin begins to roll in..
Anvil’s early 80’s slabs o’vinyl are considered by those who follow that sort of thing as groundbreaking, influential, and fully capable of leading youngsters to smoke hemp, fornicate, and genuflect to the Goat Lord. But when it came time to have their tickets to Valhalla punched, they never got past customs at the Canadian border.
Despite the occasional urge to shout “Snap out of it!” at the screen, it nearly impossible not to fall hard for these two mooks (particularly Kudlow, who could probably talk a dog off a meat truck) as they tour Europe on the comeback trail – including one 11:35 a.m. opening-slot metal-fest gig at a 10,000-seater that only draws 174 paying customers – get stiffed by promoters, record an admittedly-worthwhile new album only to strike out when it comes to getting someone to actually release the damn thing, and resist the thrice-daily temptation to punch each other in the eye.
Without going into detail, there’s what passes for a happy ending here or at the very least a message of hope, being able to hold your head up high and sing into the light, and never letting the bastards wear you down.
You’ll laugh. You’ll cry. You’ll urge your kids to stay in school.