27 minutes of every swear ever uttered on The Sopranos.
From Mystery Man on Film:
Therapist: Oh no, please, please, let’s hear about your childhood.
Dr Evil: Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it’s breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
Therapist: You know, we have to stop.
From Mah Two Cents:
They were selling high and buying low? And they got away rich? Gah-huh?
Like I said, I thought that, too. Okay, as explained to me and I figured out: Dan Ackroyd and Eddie Murphy wanted to get back at the Duke Brothers (Don Amechie and Ralph Bellamy) for making them trade places. They learned they were getting the orange futures from an industrial spy (Paul Gleason, you know, that prick teacher from Breakfast Club) So they intercept the report that says the frost won’t affect the orange crop and give the Dukes a fake saying the opposite, I assume. As explained to me, in the futures market you can buy shares from the exchange (and I assume on margin, or a fraction of the cost, with the full amount called in certain circumstances as we’ll get to later. And key to this transaction, at the end of the day, they have to give back the options to get their money paid for same.) So our heroes take Ophelia’s and the butler’s money, get all the shares they can, and are ready. Our heroes sell their futures at around 29, then the report comes on saying the orange futures aren’t affected by the frost, and buy back around 131. The Dukes realize what’s going on, but too late to take action, their margins are called and told their seats would be taken if they couldn’t pay. As pointed out to me in that explanation, that’s probably why all 4 of our heroes took off to the Caribbean to escape the inquiry that would most certainly rise as a result.
Roger Ebert’s scathing and funny belated review of Stein’s ‘Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed’.
The more you know about evolution, or simple logic, the more you are likely to be appalled by the film. No one with an ability for critical thinking could watch more than three minutes without becoming aware of its tactics. It isn’t even subtle. Take its treatment of Dawkins, who throughout his interviews with Stein is honest, plain-spoken, and courteous. As Stein goes to interview him for the last time, we see a makeup artist carefully patting on rouge and dusting Dawkins’ face. After he is prepared and composed, after the shine has been taken off his nose, here comes plain, down-to-earth, workaday Ben Stein. So we get the vain Dawkins with his effete makeup, talking to the ordinary Joe.
I have done television interviews for more than 40 years. I have been on both ends of the questions. I have news for you. Everyone is made up before going on television. If they are not, they will look like death warmed over. There is not a person reading this right now who should go on camera without some kind of makeup. Even the obligatory “shocked neighbors” standing in their front yards after a murder usually have some powder brushed on by the camera person. Was Ben Stein wearing makeup? Of course he was. Did he whisper to his camera crew to roll while Dawkins was being made up? Of course he did. Otherwise, no camera operator on earth would have taped that. That incident dramatizes his approach throughout the film. If you want to study Gotcha! moments, start here.
That is simply one revealing fragment. This film is cheerfully ignorant, manipulative, slanted, cherry-picks quotations, draws unwarranted conclusions, makes outrageous juxtapositions (Soviet marching troops representing opponents of ID), pussy-foots around religion (not a single identified believer among the ID people), segues between quotes that are not about the same thing, tells bald-faced lies, and makes a completely baseless association between freedom of speech and freedom to teach religion in a university class that is not about religion.
Jeff Bridges’ photo diary that he took while on the set of Iron Man.
M. Night Shyamalan has two movies in this list so you know it’s accurate.
In honor of the Thanksgiving holiday that nears, it seemed only fitting that our minds turned to those films for which we are most unexpectedly grateful, those flops and duds, those bombs and turkeys rife with unintentional humor and renewed entertainment values. Now, we’ve pretty much stuck with the past decade or so with our picks; anything before that has either been done right by MST3K or is probably titled Showgirls.
With that said, please enjoy this Cinematical Seven responsibly, and do feel free to contribute your own personal favorite howlers of late in the comments below…
From Roger Ebert’s Journal:
I look myself up in Metacritic, which compiles statistics comparing critics, and I find: “On average, this critic grades 8.9 points higher than other critics (0-100 point scale).” Wow. What a pushover. Part of my problem may be caused by conversion of the detested star rating system. I consider 2.5 stars to be thumbs down; they consider 62.5 to be favorable. But let’s not mince words: On average, I do grade higher than other critics.
Now why do I do that? And why, as some readers have observed, did I seem to grade lower in my first 10 or 15 years on the job? I know the answer to that one. When I started, I considered 2.5 stars to be a perfectly acceptable rating for a film I rather liked in certain aspects. Then I started doing the TV show, and ran into another wacky rating system, the binary thumbs. Up or down, which is it?