Burn The Land And Boil The Sea
A might shiny write-up of the BDM:
I'd take it as a kindness if you could see your way to clicking on this here link now.
Slowly Going Bald
"Look, we're gonna spend half the night driving around the Hills looking for this one party, and you're gonna say it sucks, and we're all gonna leave and we're gonna go look for this other party. But all the parties and all the bars, they all suck. I spend half the night talking to some girl who's looking around the room to see if there's someone who's more important she should be talking to, and it's like I'm supposed to be all happy 'cause she's wearing a backpack."
Friday, September 30, 2005
I'd take it as a kindness if you could see your way to clicking on this here link now.
5 Comments:
Good review. Enjoyed it sumthing powerful.
By 
spocko, at
2:10 PM, October 01, 2005
Crap. I can't believe I am this far behind on movie viewing. This put the list at 1.
Although, now that I think about it, this is only because that is the only movie I know that is out there. Will peruse your review site for more fun that I missed.
By Master Baron Von Tuckenstein the First Esquire, at
10:24 AM, October 02, 2005
Just going to say it, you're the only reason I go to that website anymore. You actually seem to know what you're talking about without using meaninglessly "intellectual" vocabulary.
By 
, at
4:26 PM, October 02, 2005
Pater: Gracias.
Spocko: Gracias, and sweet photo.
Tucker: Gracias, but you're excused from keeping up with Hollywood stuff since you travel the world and are in all likelihood a spy, albeit a young and upbeat one.
Holland: Gracias. If I can trick one more person a day into thinking I know what I'm talking about, then I just might be able to make a career out of this. But it's going to take a concerted effort from all of us.
By Dan Carlson, at
4:58 PM, October 02, 2005
It's not the number of people you trick that counts, it's the right people you trick that make your career goals possible. If I could make a living writing worthwhile stuff and not the pulp-erotica dreck I detest so much I wouldn't have joined the navy.
Again, good writing, and it's nice to find someone with similar taste in movies. You might enjoy 99's Ravenous, I know I did.
By , at
10:24 PM, October 02, 2005
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