You had better watch out then, IdolEyes in full fettle lops off whole chunks of diction, which may render you unconscious for an indeterminate period of time. He has alluded to his editor being on holiday but I think the editor committed suicide. Don't say I didn't warn you.![]()
Last edited by Artemis; 12-14-2011 at 01:39 AM.
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In its current form, the movie sucks. However, if we were to take Idol's astute casting idea and place Van Dame in the role of Rainman, I would actually pay to watch it. Twice.
I would cast Samuel Jackson in Cruise's role, as it would be an even greater surprise that the two were actually brothers. And, SJ woulad backhand the freak when he started screaming on the airplane. Granted, the movie would be considerably shorter...
I can't really give it a valid review not having seen the whole thing, but I can comment on what I saw.
This will hurt me to say it, since I pretty much love everything Hoffman does and can be quite defensive of him, but his portrayal in this role seemed a bit contrived. Maybe it's not like that during the entire length of the film, but from each clip I saw he seems to be forcing quirks of retardation and exaggerated savant abilities lest we forget he has autism.
The other thing I realized is that it's one of those "Tom Cruise is a dick, but he can grow as a person within the length of a film, and eventually show a depth of character" that tries to convince you he's not a total tool anymore. He's done that in almost every fucking film (Maguire, Minority Report, and others, god I want to shoot myself). On top of that, he's a tool in real life, it's seriously overkill.
I like the idea of a Rain Man remake, let's make it Steven Seagal, Jean Claude, Samuel Jackson, and various others just curb stomping Tom Cruise. Then a whole bunch of retards come in and piss on him, Rain Man.
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Balls, don't play innocent now! It was a tag-team outing.
I want the old Mary back; the one who thought she was the dog's ballbag. The one who regaled us daily with amusing 1000 word monologues on the minutae of life. What have we got now? We've got a sulky little princess who refuses to play with with anyone. I wish I'd never opened my fat gob.
Don't be so hard on yourself![]()
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