I've been squicked

[51stcenturyfox]

We don't see many movies in the theatre anymore. I think the last one was the latest Indiana Jones flick.  (Which was worth it because the poor staff decorated the entrance to the screening with vines and had to dress up in costumes and we had LOLZ along with our greasy butter-hands.)

So the spouse brought some DVDs home: The Bank Job and Transsiberian.

BOTH had some surprise shit I just hate in them because it SQUICKS me out but I'm only going to spoil Transsiberian under the cut.



First, The Bank Job. Decent flick. An elaborated-upon true story. Soundtrack was good. Loved the period (early 70s) styling and the look of the film. Not a huge standout but not bad either. Jason Statham is hot and Peter de Jersey turned in a great performance as Michael X. I don't have any good review wordiness to put in here but it definitely didn't suck.

Second: Transsiberian.  Started out great, though I'm not a Woody Harrelson fan, but I'm liking Emily Mortimer and Kate Mara's characters. (Woody and Emily play a couple traveling from China to Moscow and they meet Kate's char- she's a boho type travelling with her Spanish boyfriend -  played by Eduardo Noriega.) 

Not only was I pissed not to see Eduardo nekkid, because he and ol' Emily's character were USTING LIEK WHOA but then we end up with...

innocent tourists implicated in drug-smuggling plot.

Innocent tourists implicated in drug-smuggling is my squick!

Brokedown Palace? Fuck that, I am not watching it. They even popped  that evil scenario into Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason. That was a comedy, but surprise innocent tourists implicated in drug-smuggling pisses me right off. I don't want to see helpless, frantic people freaking out over being used by some heartless and gutless smuggler and beaten by cops. Or threatened with the Gulag. Or the many other things that can happen to you when you lose your American Express card and your passport on the same day and some asshole plants horse in your luggage.  Run on sentence. Sorry.

I know it's stupid but it's my squick and I'm owning it. 

Another thing I despise: Creepy (often apparently inbred) freaks terrorizing stranded/lost travelers. 

Do you have any unusual squicks related to films you wish they'd warn about?  Surprise clowns, something like that?

By the way, I saw this product in a GIANT bottle at the supermarket today and it made me larf.  Head Lube. It's glossy!

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[andreth47.livejournal.com]

Oh, god, you've got to see American Psycho! Bale is unfuckingbelievable in it. And it's so inexplicably, horribly, fantastically funny. If you can take the book, you can take the movie: it's nowhere near as bad. Although the same dog murder is in it.

There's one scene I've watched over and over and over, and it never fails to make goosebumps rise. You must see!

[51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com]

BALE. Do I even want to know which scene that is?

The hobo shivving in the book actually made me ill.

I asked the husband, and his film squick is people having their digits severed. He can deal with hands and legs (Army of Darkness, Grindhouse) but fingers? NO.

In Bound, when Caesar whips out the cigar cutter, he's all: "Uhhh, I need a drink, BRB-no-really."

Hey! Skeevy guy. Corky and Violet are going to need those fingers later.

[andreth47.livejournal.com]

The hobo scene is just as awful in the movie as it is in the book. However, the movie does not include Bateman parading around his apartment with a decapitated head stuck onto his erection. Which is when I screamed out loud in horrified, disbelieving hysteria when I read the book. I will never, never get that scene out of my head! Nor are there melting eyeballs or lengthy descriptions of body processing in the movie. It's really nowhere near as graphic as the novel.

The scene where Bale just knocks it out of the fucking PARK was, I think, invented for the movie. He's losing it, being pursued by cops, not really sure if he's hallucinating or not (and neither is the audience), and he hides out in his office. He's hysterical, sweating, hiding from police helicopter searchlights behind his desk. He calls his lawyer and confesses to all his murders. "I ate...I ate some of their brains" he whispers into the phone, to the lawyer who doesn't even know who he is, because all the clones and their business cards look so much alike. Goosebumps, I"m telling ya. Bale rocks that scene.

(yeah, right there with hubby on the severing thing. Do. Not. Want.)

[51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com]

I am squicked just reading this and remembering the book.

Okay. You may have convinced me.

I do like Bale (even though he's crackers in RL, apparently.)

Is there gratuitous Phil Collins in the film?

[andreth47.livejournal.com]

Bale is a PSYCHO in real life. Whoa.

Re Collins: That's one of the best parts! Every time Bateman's working himself up to a murder, he puts on 80s crap pop like Collins or Huey Lewis and the News or Whitney Houston, and goes off on these hilarious ranting reviews about how wonderful they are and how deep their music really is and how unappreciated they are...

and then he chops somebody up.

It's sooo funny!!

[51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com]

and then he chops somebody up.

It's sooo funny!!

LOLZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!