10 Things I Hate About You...The Taming of the Shrew - how hard was it to come up with a title that not only rhymes with the original Shakespearean one, but conveys the theme of the film as well?
You know what sucks? I'll tell you what sucks - I wrote a really kickass review of this the other night and then my CD-ROM broke from playing the Dazed and Confused soundtrack all night, then the computer freaked out and ate the review...so now I have to try and write it again, but I know it will suck.
Definitely the best film of the year and one of the best films I have ever seen. Period.
Being a writer for the TV show Alf would drive me to take drugs, too.
Based on the book of the same name, Permanent Midnight is the story of TV writer Jerry Stahl and his struggle with heroin addiction. And what a struggle it is. He starts out filching his roomates Percodan, is introduced to Heroin through a one-night stand with a German Fraulein who screams "I am fucking a Jew!" during sex, then smokes crack in an empty office building and throws himself against the glass windows, fifty stories above ground. This is all way before he hits bottom...
This film is so green. And as Kermit would say, it ain't easy being green.
I have never seen someone more shit upon in a film than Clay Birdwell (Joaquin Phoenix). His best friend frames him for his own suicide for screwing his wife. The wife then refuses to back him up on it, even though she knows the truth. He then has to make it look like an accident. Then that bitch wants him back. He spurns her, but she shoots his new girl while they are screwing - and he has to get rid of that body too. Then he makes friends with Lester the Molester (Vince Vaughn), a psycho killing truck driver that needs a patsy...
Is it me, or does Owen Wilson remind you of a young Dennis Hopper? That nose has been broken way too many times for someone that young. Not only his appearance, but his voice and acting style remind me of Easy Rider. I thought that when I saw him in Armageddon, which was way before I saw Bottle Rocket. Edgy - that is the word to describe him.
Finally, respect for Bill Murray. Unfortunately, Rushmore will probably be only known as the film that initialized Bill Murray's big comeback - and that's way too bad. Murray more than deserved an Oscar nomination for his role, but a Golden Globe will have to do. He was the perfect example of the rash of mid-life crisises rampaging across America today as the baby boomers confront their mortality. He was almost too good. Probably because he himself has come out on the other side of the Hollywood mid-life crisis.
Despite what you've heard, JawBreaker is not a Heathers rip-off. These girls are not doing the world a favor by offing the biggest bitch in school - these bitches asphyxiate their school's Princess Di. And look damn good doing it...
After the relatively tame Hairspray and Cry-Baby, it's good to see John Waters get back to his roots - killin', killin' and more killin'! In a world where over 60% of road rage is perpetrated by women, it's good to see it on the big screen in context of the homemaker instead of the homebreaker, ie. Fatal Attraction, Basic Instinct or Disclosure. (Not to mention Beverly's courtroom parody of Basic Instinct.)