No good film is too long and no bad movie is short enough.
- Film Critic Roger Ebert (June 18, 1942
President Benjamin Asher (played by Aaron Eckhart): “United States of America will not negotiate with terrorists”!
It’s hard to understand Hollywood’s recent infatuation with Greek mythology.
Even Zeus might contemplate a compromise with Prometheus, seeking his infinite wisdom to help him get rid of the carnal abuse.
Let’s see. While Obama had been awarded the Nobel Prize for “peace”, why don’t we name the White House ‘Olympus’?
And what more? Bin Laden is dead! – Let’s pick the White House and lay it to rubble!
BTW, ironically there’s another White House project with quite the same premise “White House Down” slated for release this summer.
Even more ironical is that Morgan Freeman who elegantly portrayed Nelson Mandela (who has not even been awarded a single notable prize) in “Invictus” gets to do the temp job of a President while Aaron Eckhart is being held hostage.
I think this vicious crap of a film a.k.a Olympus Has Fallen needs no more introduction BS.
A plot that has been beaten to pulp by Hollywood, this garbage truck full of clichés: Follow Presidential Private Security Guard “Mike Banning” (Gerard Butler) who had been transferred to a desk job at a treasury department after failing to save the President’s wife during a snow storm accident.
18 months later, North Korean terrorists masterminded by “Kang” (Rick Yune) raid the White House, hold all the key people hostages including the President demanding the withdrawal of troops and 7th Fleet from the DMZ. They also torture them for the nuke code to destroy the entire nation.
So how our action hero beats up all the bad asses and saves the nation forms the ‘crux’ of the story.
The first fifteen plus minutes of the film was just okay. There was quite a tiny bit of drama and character windows.
BTW, the President (Aaron Eckhart) learns boxing by getting beaten up by the hero.
Visual effects were okay. The way the North Korean terrorist plane responds to the warning messages were endurable.
This morning we’d gone to our local Walmart to pick up some Silk Chocolate Soymilk.
We were prowling around the Super
So, let me get this straight. What you’re telling me is that I’m supposed to be sitting around with my thumb up my ass and my fingers crossed hoping that one of these fucking days somewhere down the line one of these rich assholes is going to say the wrong thing loud enough so that we can’t choose to ignore ‘em anymore.
- A furious New York Police Detective Michael Bryer to the Judge in Arbitrage
As part of my mission to wean you schmucks from those mind-numbing, trashy Bollywood, Kollywood and Tollywood films, I present Arbitrage (2012) starring Richard Gere, Susan Sarandon, Tim Roth, Nate Parker and Brit Marling.
Yes, notwithstanding your misinformation, Richard Gere, the Dalai Lama’s bosom pal, is still alive and kicking.
And Gere continues to make movies when he’s not espousing Tibetan causes.
In Arbitrage, Richard Gere plays a crooked hedge fund magnate Robert Miller who’s cooked the company’s books to the tune of $412 million so that he can sell his company to another Wall Street crook.
But if Arbitrage were merely about the financial shenanigans of Wall Street, nobody would have watched this film.
The average Joe is a stupid Joe with no patience for serious and important stuff, even if it’s about gross corruption and reckless behavior by the wealthy.
So director and writer Nicholas Jarecki livens up the picture.
With nearly 200ml of Chivas Regal inside the system, SI is already floating high.
As usual, I’m rooting for my
America must be the dumbest mothafucking country this side of the Atlantic and, surely, that side of the Pacific.
You disagree with me, punk?
OK, dickhead explain to me why, after spending over 1,000 million dollars, imprisoning a gazillion people and losing hundreds of thousands of lives, we still ain’t no closer to winning this fucking Jihad ‘gainst Marijuana, Cocaine, Heroin, Crack, Meth, Ecstasy and all the other exotic shit hitting our streets today than we were four decades back!
Cat got your tongue, bro?
A Snitch’s Story
All we got for a trillion dollars going down the rabbit hole is one jailbird snitching against another in the ears of ambitious, arrogant, power-drunk prosecutors in desperate hopes of reducing his prison term.
And that’s what Snitch is all about, baby.
Ratting out the other guy for some favors from the prosecutor.