The last two movies Stefan and I watched were Phantasm and Dr. Giggles, which Stefan has reviewed at left. However, now that we're a zillion miles apart, I decided that symbolically, I should review something completely different. So here's an excessively long review of the Winona Ryder flick Boys that I wrote while still at the comic shop on the east coast, thereby negating whatever symbolism I was attempting to achieve. Don't question it!
I ain't got many movies that I really, really like. When somebody makes a movie that's interesting the whole way through and then wraps up into a satisfying whole, it's like a goddamn miracle. You know Darabont almost left off that final scene of Shawshank, the one where Andy and Red meet on the beach? That's the best scene of the entire movie, that's the cherry on top that makes it the greatest movie in the history of mankind.
Or what about American Beauty? Alan Ball wrote this bullshit script where Ricky and Jane go to fucking jail at the end. What the fuck? Thank god Mendes cut that shit, because it woulda killed the whole thing.
My point is that even excellent movies that seem meticulously crafted were only inches away from getting fucked in the ass. It's not just a miracle when a movie turns out well, it's fucking luck. There are so many elements that have to come together, and so many people involved that it's a simple fact of probability that all movies are gonna suck. If a movie's only a little bit good, with a couple of cool scenes, that's really all you can ask for. So when a movie is half cool and half tragically flawed, I'm alright with it. Half cool is all you can reasonably expect.
I wanted to get that opinion out in the open so that you, the reader, might understand why I'm writing a big long internet thing about the Winona Ryder movie Boys. Did I do it because I'm a big dork? Hey, who's reading this, dorky? Huh? It's you, isn't it? You're sitting here reading my goddamn webpage about Boys. That's some gay shit. That's fucking unbelievably super fucking gay, so much so that even if you're a chick, reading it would make you gay. But you're not a chick, because chicks can't use the internet. All they can use is their titties to arouse and confuse the minds of good internet webpage making people like myself.
Also, I'm writing this at work and I'm a little bit drunk. So fuck you, shitheard.
Hey, that reminds me of a funny story. You ever see that show Trailer Park Boys? Well I got news for you, Uncle Sam -- We've been watching that shit in Canada for years, and our version isn't censored with gay beeps. The power got cut off at my house last week, and we decided to say Fuck That Shit and just leave it off. So at night we run an extention cord from next door to power our tv. So we're sitting in this shitty, rustic old house with our wood stove going, watching Trailer Park Boys off of stolen power. That's some east coast canadian shit right there. That's the only way to watch Trailer Park Boys. If your one lamp doesn't dim whenever you turn on the microwave, you're not really watching the show the way it was meant to be watched. You're just jerking off with your cock in your ass.
Now Boys, this is a fine movie. Let me qualify that by saying that Boys is a really shitty movie with a myriad of problems. It's got a goddamn cavalcade of problems, but I still love it. The first time I saw it was years ago, while I was going through a Winona Ryder obsession. It's not easy, being infatuated with an actress, because they make horrible movies. Heathers was the only good movie Winona was ever in, with an honorable mention to Beetle Juice. Once you hit the nineties though, forget it. Same thing happened with Natalie Portman. The Professional / Leon was great, and everything after it? Garbage. Every single movie.
And that includes Star Wars, you fucking nerds. At least the Trek dorks know that they're outcasts and treat themselves as such. You Star Wars motherfuckers stroll around like you're not fuck ups, as the "socially acceptable science fiction fags". Well I got news for you: You're wrong. The original trilogy was a piece of shit, but we were all kids back then, so I can understand why people still like them. Nostalgia runs deep. But those new ones, those are the worst fucking pieces of shit ever made. I'm waiting for a bunch of brown coats to go to a sci-fi convention and beat the shit out every Star Wars fan there. Then all the Trekkies will run away like scared little bitches, but the Trekkers will be too fat and fucking uncoordinated to make it away, so the brown coats will boot fuck the shit out of them too. And if you don't know what a "brown coat" is, then go fuck yourself. And you call yourself a nerd... As, no doubt, do your friends and neighbors.
As for Natalie movies, I'll give points to Mars Attacks, but more for Lukas Haas than Natalie. "We'll all live in teepees, and it'll be better in a lot of ways." Haha, I mean man, that's a good line. Seriously. And those two made a great movie couple. Not quite as good as Winona and Johnny Depp, who were the greatest movie couple of all time, but still pretty good. I definitely wanted to see Natalie suck Lukas' dick, which is pretty much all I'm basing this decision on. Thora Birch and Scarlett Johanssen were a good match too. That one gives me shivers. But what made Winona and Johnny so great is that they weren't just a movie couple, they were a real couple. Johnny really did blow a load on Noni's face. Probably lots of times. And Depp is fucking hot. Shit, that's great stuff.
So I've got this eleven hour shift at work and nothing to do, which led me to renting a pile of movies, one of which was Boys. I haven't seen it in years, but like I said, I used to dig it. And I found out that I still do, so I think this bitch needs to be immortalized. Through a webpage, by me. It's a crap movie that probably never should have been made, just like every other Winona Ryder movie, but every video store has it. If that's not a testament to the fundamental crappiness of movies, I don't know what is. Nobody ever rents it, but it's there. It's just sitting there, staring at me.
The first time I saw Boys, I was really into it. Notice I said "it", not "them". I thought the Winona curse was over, and that she'd finally made another good movie. But by the end it fell apart like a chinese motorcycle, or a latter-day Simpsons episode. But the set up was so good, and some of those early scenes were so goddamn ginchy that I gave it two thumbs up. Of course, no one was around to see my thumbs because I was sitting alone in the dark at my mom's house like a loser. But I made myself a copy of the movie with two vcrs and watched it once in awhile, and it always happied me up. You remember that, you internet dorks? When people made copies of movies with two vcrs? Not with some DVD rip that they downloaded off the goddamn internet and then tossed on a spool between their donkey porn and their CTV rips of That's 80's Show. Fucking assholes.
You remember That 80's Show? I hated it at first, but by the end I totally dug that shit. Tuesday was so hot, and she was willing to take off her gear with that dweeb from the record store. They did a That 70's/80's Show crossover in my brain every night for a week where Donna was in her mid-twenties and totally dyked out with Tuesday. I don't know quite how they got to that point since I missed the beginning of the episode, but they were the only two characters in it. Well, at one point they were both sucking my dick, and I don't know how that happened, since I'm not a character on either show. But it's safe to say that that was the best crossover of all time. Two big-titted redheads mashing their naked bodies together, that's really all you can ask for from network tv.
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