What was your take on the ending of Tell Me Something?
I couldn't figure out what crucial clue was given away by the photo.
Zach and I have the following theories:
It just showed him the big fish tank, causing him to go look into it.
It showed everyone holding fish in bottles, because she was emptying the tank in preparation for her "project", giving the fish to her college friends.
It showed all the victims together, so her story was a complete fabrication- this was my theory.
It totally was a story with a great premise that was told with great ham-handedness and ultimately ruined.
Something was with the fish, and he noticed that in the video, she had been fumbling what looked to be one of those buttons from the first corpse early in the film. That was the trigger of the 'fragmented' pieces of his information . . . kind of a really poorly-crafted gimmick in comparison to The Usual Suspects.
The problem with that film is that those people with the fish should have been shown receiving the fish at some point, collectively, or individually, or whatever.
I caught that the boyhood friend/fire victim was that roomate of hers.
I'd like to think the script had this many intricacies, and that the director goofed this one up . . . I have no idea, however.
The tran-sexual was nothing but a red herring.
I have no idea why I have this floating around in my head, but I found this link to the phrase "Smoke me a kipper, I'll be back for breakfast" . . .
Really goofy 'cult' sci-fi, in my mind, tends to be more scary than it is fun, but that's just me.
I loved the whole "missle falling view" (only great and memorable part in the movie) and the special effects but then again...it's Jerry Bruckheimer and Micheal Bay, that's what they do....so the movie was boring to me!
I did commend Voight's FDR performance, i liked it.
What's with historical films and their love stories woven into them?
I would have liked it if they had done something similar to Gone with the Wind and took off the 'Pearl Harbor' title.
Saving Private Ryan wasn't called "Normandy Beach." Sheesh!
Well said my man, well said!
Have you had a chance to see Gus Van Sant's "ELEPHANT" yet?
I'm still stuck on Network. I want to clear that one out, and I'm starting to collect these films for that day I can Netflix 'em . . . my friend Jim has a Netflix, but I don't wanna get his queue all loaded up with my stuff. :D
I've got some really good films built up in bookmarks. I'm going to be enjoying these ones for quite some time!
I see upon review that it's modeled after Columbine . . . that was a creepy dark part of recent history.
It makes me wonder what kind of family life those kids had.
I own it and i loved it!
Only problem...it's 80mins...i wanted more but it was good.
A lot of people disliked all the loooooong shots and found that boring, but i loved the way they did it like that because it builds up the tension in order for the climax to really make a bang.
It was really chilling to see the kids who were shooting up the school before they went that day. I dont see how anyone could do that.
I just had a day, today, where I should have been doing all sorts of job-finding to save my financial ass . . . . the need for survival, in every way .. . .
However, I did nothing. Well, I did things, but I couldn't do anything right.
I traced it to a source that somehow, today, this last day featured a character difference.
I could not, for the life of me, see my future, here, in Los Angeles, or for my dreams.
My vision couldn't extend past the very room. In fact, I've been trying to poke through McKee's book, but I find myself stuck yet again, telling a story.
This vision usually extends to the sheer edges of the universe, with amazing clarity of detail, right down to the supernova of a star in a galaxy, galaxies far far away.
I've been told that I think too much.
If my vision was a metaphor, it would be a scanner. I have that God's eye view on many days, with the ability to zoom in on a very limited view and catch the Eclipse gum on the computer desk of the dork that is very self-absorbed with the self-absorbed electronic world on the monitor of his CPU.
I've been told that I talk too much.
Today, well . . . it was a very bad vision day.
On these vision-less days, the blindness causes me to open up the fears and the defeat that I rage against, like a terrier on an iceberg sliver in the ocean. Then, the sun rises, and the sliver starts to melt.
I know better than to buy this feeling on these days. As soon as I cannot do anything right, and everything seems wrong, I have been there, and I know exactly to keep from doing anything grand, wait for it to pass, do stuff not related to the defeat or the frustration.
I, however, can see that for these youths . . . planned action or pure whim, or a bit of both . . . their view was rather blind.