Best film about zie Germans I’ve ever seen. Except maybe for Battle of the Bulge. That was a good one. And Das Boot. I forgot about that. And then there’s Revanche…which I think is Austrian but I mean what’s the difference, they all killed Jews. Fucking Germans…
I had a hankering to see Milla doing her thing as the supreme bean and Netflix was all too happy to oblige. Good thing too. I have way too many DVDs and didn’t feel like sifting. Thank the easter bunny for streaming, right??
This was one of the first movies I began my collection with. But who cares…
You all know the story. What you might NOT know, however, is that this really fun song is absent from the soundtrack (taxi chase scene in the beginning):
Give it a whirl. And if you don’t like it, there’s always Netflix, a few kleenex, closed blinds, and the scene where they clone her and she’s nekid for a few seconds.
Isn’t that awesome??? Come ON. What an amazing death threat….”fucking moron die” written with shit on your wall. Uh-maze-in.
I think I saw this movie on skinemax. I kinda want to review it but I missed most of the movie because I was reading the phone book to pass the time. I made it up to about “F” before I was totally glued to the screen because of Tonio’s hidden cats (he keeps them under his arms):
Is it just me or was there a lot of on screen woopy going on in the 90’s? I mean I’m all for cage fighter sex from Rebecca DeMornay “pre-leatherface days”; it’s just an observation. I love how all the sex happens super slow and to smoov jazz too. That’s how it goes in real life. At my cribz n-e-way. So realistic. So moving. I totally just sit on my boner and “feel the love” instead of grabbing some tissues when they rock that Kenny G.
Sursly though…this movie was boring as fuck except for the sex scenes. Literally the last ten minutes I was ACTUALLY interested enough to stop torrenting Mad Men episodes and see the “exciting finish”. And no, it wasn’t Banderas getting it in her eye…he has great aim btw. Watch the movie you’ll get it. Maybe.
This is exactly my kind of movie. Paul Giamatti, some random hot Russian chic, then another random hot Russian chic, and a machine that removes your soul and saves it for…whatever.
This is another of those “sci-fi makes a complete breakfast” sort of movies. Where the unreality of it is easily digestible. Lots of reviews draw the Kaufman comparison. I think it’s different enough to stand on its own. More than that, though, is a sense of urgency and loss that doesn’t come over in Being John Malkovich.
Think about it: if your soul was for hock in Russia, wouldn’t you be freaking out? I would. Fucking cossacks.