It's Saturday, it's 2 pm, you're watching HBO.
This movie'd be nothing without Nick Cage and Alison Lohman. Had the studio given this flick to some schlock director instead of a name like Ridley Scott, we'd have ended up with forgettable garbage instead of something that's actually pretty good and really well done. It's still not a great movie (reasonably lighthearted Hollywood caper stuff), but the interaction between these two actors is so A-plus money amazing that it's a shame I woke up thinking about this rather than this. Cage and Lohman's father-daughter chemistry is the reason you should queue this; once you see it you too will be taken aback by the astonishing collision of nervous tics and excitable adolescence. It's truly the stuff of a four-star classic, my friends. Too bad the rest of the movie only gets ya chuckling and grinning -- no lasting or profound emotions will shuffle through your noggin this time. But, hey, it's not like fun's a bad thing.
And...cue end credits.
Wanna get a sandwich?
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Sorry about the deleted post above, my grammar is suck.
Not everyone one has complex feelings, dude. Your posts need more "fuckin'" and less "thinkin'."
Maybe I should just stop posting. Fuck.
"fun's not a bad thing" was directed at me for writing a pretentious post.
Matchstick Men is a good one -- recommended!
Come for the pretension, stay for the "Spaceballs" links.
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