Bruce Willis is so young in this movie, he looks almost plastic! Same with Alan Rickman! I never realized how many too-long tender moments there were over the CB, and how explodey everything got at the end. Holy cow! Still one of the best Christmas movies ever made.
This movie is better every time I watch it. Not because of Ol’ Needs-To-Clear-His-Throat, but because of the masterful Joker. Two-Face was pretty good too.
I will admit that I haven’t seen this in quite a while. I’m 20 minutes into it, and I’m wondering how this was ever considered a movie suitable for children. It’s terrifying! It’s also not nearly as good as I remembered (voiceovers, dialogue, music, etc). Colin and I used to watch this over and over when we were *much* younger, and had most, if not all, of the dialogue memorized.
I don’t usually like Juliet Binoche in English-speaking movies, but she was a lot less annoying in this than in others (except for the laughing). Steve Carrell, as always, treads the line between ridiculous and painfully awkward and realistically touching with the skill we’ve come to expect. All the side characters are delightful as well.
When I first saw this movie, I thought it was a kung-fu movie unlike any other. Don’t get me wrong, it is very different from most of the others out there. However, I’ve seen enough kung-fu movies since 2000 that this time I could finally see how much it uses all the same formulas for action, comedy and romance. Still love it, though. A lot.
This is one of a few movies that I obtained because I like all the characters so much, and it’s so well-written, that I return to it time and again, like my favorite sweatshirt. Yes, it’s dated, and I can’t really relate to the main character. So what? Who wouldn’t want to date Sam the Pickle Guy?
As someone who usually tunes out during chase scenes, I have to say that the parkour sequence at the beginning of Casino Royale ranks right up there with Ronin, Point Break and District 13 for watchability. (Yes, I’ve seen Bullitt, and as someone who knows the area, there are too many inconsistencies to enjoy the chase for its own sake.)
Today I am thankful for friends who listen to all my stories, whether they’re interesting or not.
Today I’m thankful for health care, no matter how uncomfortable the care may be sometimes.
What do you believe in, then?
Well, I believe in the soul, the cock, the pussy, the small of a woman’s back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.
Today I am thankful for having one more day for recovery and getting things done before returning to work. Oh boy, am I thankful!!
Now we’re all caught up alphabetically. Now for our regular programming …
Today I am thankful for the opportunity to rest and recover.
Toaster love never looked so grey. I can’t believe I’ve never seen this before now. I probably could have gone longer without seeing it. Just sayin’.
Today I am thankful for homecomings, always welcome after being too long away.
I finally figured out what bugs me about this movie: the sound dubbing, or whatever it is that you call it when the actor goes into the sound studio after the movie has been made to re-say all lines so that they can be heard clearer in the finished product. It’s my opinion that they really screwed up Renée’s bit, making her sound more fake than you would expect. Other than that, I’ve always liked this movie, from the sad-sack musical opening all the way through to the kissing/underwear/snow scene at the end.
I know it’s slow, and JGL is a little emo even for me, but I like the honesty of it. Especially the bit where he’s on a rebound date and the girl points out that he’s playing the victim for no reason. The bouncing around format really works too. I recommend watching Don Jon and then watching this the next day, just for the totally different images of Joe.
For those who have been playing along with the Watching All My Movies game, I found some movies that had not been included in my alphabetized collection, a few of which should have been watched before now. I’ve decided to include them kind of haphazardly, esp. since I wasn’t really in the mood for Black Dynamite last night. Now back to your regular programming …
I didn’t get around to seeing this movie till about 15 years after it came out (read: 15 years during which all my contemporaries were watching it over and over). I keep forgetting just how good it is. I ♥ most John Hughes movies, but only a few make me wish I was back in high school. Gosh, Judd Nelson was pretty back in the day.
Completely charming, beginning to end. Cary Grant does an amazing job of seeming to be in control of everything and knowing everyone’s thoughts, all the while incrementally losing his heart to the title character. David Niven is, as always, the perfect straight man. It doesn’t have to be the holiday season to watch this, it’s always good.
Great movie, beginning to end, but I have always been baffled by the unevenness of the tone – like they couldn’t decide just how campy they wanted the movie to be. In any case, it’s campy enough to keep watching over and over again.
“Have ya paid your dues, Jack?” “Yessir, the check is in the mail.”
“This is just so shocking! I must just be so monumentally naive!” “You are.”
Acting? What acting? Perfectly campy, though, with many great characters. I owned this in VHS, and bought a DVD copy because I wanted to keep it around, that’s how much I like this one. Lou Diamond Phillips is the real star.
Someone suggested recently that the humor I saw in this movie stemmed entirely from nostalgia. I disagree. This is pure comedy gold, no matter the decade. How can you doubt lines like, “Man, that’s a shame when folks be throwing away a perfectly good white boy like that”, “I want my $2!”, testicles vs. tentacles, the international language of love, etc. The list goes on and on.