Worst Tarantino in my view: Django Unchained.
And Christoph Waltz, try as he might, will never top his bad guy performance in Basterds.
And Christoph Waltz, try as he might, will never top his bad guy performance in Basterds.
I liked the movie a lot, but I'm not a fan of Glen Powell as an actor. They should've cast a less cheesey dude to play that role, IMO.The Hangman character wasn't even a Great Value Iceman
Watching A Few Good Men again. Haven't watched it in a long time. They just don't make actors like Jack Nicholson anymore.
Great show.I'm not sure if the US gets Slow Horses, (Apple TV+) but if you like George Smiley, Gary Oldman as Jackson Lamb is hilarious.
They should do a prequel, Vietnam era, with Duke Mitchell and Viper.
Here's a plot line:
Maverick attends a drag show on the hanger deck. He falls head over heels for the drag queen, Harold. A romance ensues. In the meantime, the rogue country of Slobweenia--a far Right dictatorship led by a despot named J.D. VanTrumpowitz--declares war on America determined to destroy democracy. The pilots on the aircraft carrier are put at high alert: CONDITION ORANGE.
Semen First Class Harold, the drag queen, pleads with Maverick to lead a mutiny to take over the ship and sail to Tahiti where they can live on coconuts instead of possibly getting killed in a war with Slobweenia. Despite Harold's tearful remonstrances, Maverick says that he must don his crash helmet and protect democracy.
Alarm bells sound. Sailors run everywhere. "PILOTS MAN YOUR ELECTRIC JETS," booms the ship's PA system. Maverick gets in his jet and immediately takes off to defend the ship against incoming Slobweenian Air Force JP-8 powered gas-guzzling ozone-depleting fighters.
A dogfight ensues. Maverick tries to shoot down the Slobweenian attackers but suddenly his electro-meter starts beeping, indicating that his jet needs an immediate recharge. Heroically, Maverick ignores the alarm, and fires off two of his solar-powered Obama missiles.
Alas, nothing happens because it's a cloudy day. The Obama missiles fall harmlessly into the sea, Maverick's jet goes into a stall and he's forced to bail out. His parachute, made out of soy, has been eaten by the ship's bilge rats, so it has holes in it and Maverick falls with a sickening thud right on the aircraft carrier's windmill, breaking the ship's only means of propulsion.
As he lays on the flight deck, a broken wreck of a man, a girl runs up to him and kneels beside him. It is Greta Thunberg. "The ship is dead in the water because of what you did to the windmill, Maverick," says Greta with a frown. "So the Slobweenians were able to hit the hanger deck with a greenhouse gas-powered rocket that hit your beloved during a drag show! So she's dead! And the ship is sinking! You've have stolen my dreams and ruined my childhood!"
The ship sinks. THE END.

I'm cool with " an air to air disagreement that sometimes results in higher than average decibel ratings ending with an exotic light show!"Calling it a dog fight just needs to go.
Why a "dog" fight
We need to leave animals out of this and just refer to it as an aerial engagement.
This "dog fight" business is just another remnant of toxic masculinity and it has no place in cinema for "modern audiences"
I thought that was a typical night in the Med.....Here's a plot line:
Maverick attends a drag show on the hanger deck. He falls head over heels for the drag queen, Harold. A romance ensues. In the meantime, the rogue country of Slobweenia--a far Right dictatorship led by a despot named J.D. VanTrumpowitz--declares war on America determined to destroy democracy. The pilots on the aircraft carrier are put at high alert: CONDITION ORANGE.
Semen First Class Harold, the drag queen, pleads with Maverick to lead a mutiny to take over the ship and sail to Tahiti where they can live on coconuts instead of possibly getting killed in a war with Slobweenia. Despite Harold's tearful remonstrances, Maverick says that he must don his crash helmet and protect democracy.
Alarm bells sound. Sailors run everywhere. "PILOTS MAN YOUR ELECTRIC JETS," booms the ship's PA system. Maverick gets in his jet and immediately takes off to defend the ship against incoming Slobweenian Air Force JP-8 powered gas-guzzling ozone-depleting fighters.
A dogfight ensues. Maverick tries to shoot down the Slobweenian attackers but suddenly his electro-meter starts beeping, indicating that his jet needs an immediate recharge. Heroically, Maverick ignores the alarm, and fires off two of his solar-powered Obama missiles.
Alas, nothing happens because it's a cloudy day. The Obama missiles fall harmlessly into the sea, Maverick's jet goes into a stall and he's forced to bail out. His parachute, made out of soy, has been eaten by the ship's bilge rats, so it has holes in it and Maverick falls with a sickening thud right on the aircraft carrier's windmill, breaking the ship's only means of propulsion.
As he lays on the flight deck, a broken wreck of a man, a girl runs up to him and kneels beside him. It is Greta Thunberg. "The ship is dead in the water because of what you did to the windmill, Maverick," says Greta with a frown. "So the Slobweenians were able to hit the hanger deck with a greenhouse gas-powered rocket that hit your beloved during a drag show! So she's dead! And the ship is sinking! You've have stolen my dreams and ruined my childhood!"
The ship sinks. THE END.