Tag: Movie

Shake and bake!

Talladega nights is an awesome movie. Amy and I watched it again last night. Sacha Baron Cohen is fantastic.

I wanted to blog about it and at the same time I didn’t want to, considering my previous entry involves NASCAR. I wouldn’t want people to start thinking I’m a NASCAR fan. I am not a NASCAR fan. I’ll admit this just one thing: I like to drive fast and I like to think I do that well.

My favourite lines:

Ricky Bobby: Dear 8 pounds 6 ounces baby Jesus, new born, not even spoken a word yet.

Ricky Bobby: Dear little baby Jesus, who's sittin' in his crib watchin the Baby Einstein videos, learnin' 'bout shapes and colors. I would like to thank you for bringin' me and my moma together, and also that my kids no longer sound like retarded gang-bangers.

Jean Girard: [drinking from a small cup while driving his race car and being bumped from the back] you spilled my macchiato.

Ricky Bobby: Really, smarty-pants? What did French land give us?
Jean Girard: We invented democracy, existentialism, and the blowjob.
[...]
Herschell: Yeah? Well we invented the missionary position... You're welcome.

I’m not spoiling it anymore for you. It’s hilarious, really. Well, just this one thing: I don’t think you can win a race in reverse, even in the US and A.

Borat Sagdiyev takes America

[This post originally appeared in Dullicious, where I blogged as Barbie-dull for several years.]

The Metro newspaper of yesterday had an hilarious bit about “Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan”, which made me laugh out loud in the train. Musings of Borat on the country he got to know:

On the fast food nation

I would like say that I like US and A very much, enjoy your peoples, and enjoy your delicious foods. First I here, I go to a restaurant named McDonald’s which is so fancy-pants, it actually have separate room for making toilet in. There I eat 17 hamburgers and 600 packets of red soup called ketchups. These did not agree so much with my stomach, and the next day my anus was hung loose like the mouth of a tired dog.

On W

Kazakhstan very much admires your mighty warlord, George Walter Bush. He is a very wise man, and a very strong man, but perhaps not as strong as his father, Barbara. There are small differences between our system of politic. In Kazakh elections, for example, the winner is not the man with the most votes, but the candidate who can carry a woman against her will for the furthest distance. Our present leader can manage 4.3 miles. How long can Premier Bush?

On women’s rights

There is no womens in Kazakh film industry. We say, ‘To give a woman a camera is like to give a monkey a gun.’ We have stopped doing that ever since the 2003 Almati Zoo massacre.

Walk the Line (2005)

[This post originally appeared in Dullicious, where I blogged as Barbie-dull for several years.]

Max advised me to go see “Walk the line“; he’d heard it was very good. Now I can tell him to go!

I didn’t really know Johnny Cash except a few enjoyable songs given by Amy (thanks!). I knew nothing of Johnny Cash and I had never even heard of June Carter (isn’t that some poor culture?)
It was a fantastic movie. The performance of the actors was simply amazing. I was totally mesmerized by Joaquin Phoenix whom I had seen only in Gladiator. I couldn’t get my eyes off of him. Reese Witherspoon was perfect. I totally forgot she had been Legally Blond in a former life.

And at the end of the movie, I was pretty sad it was over (the movie lasts 2 hours and fifteen minutes), and while reading the credits, I was bewildered when I saw Joaquin Phoenix and Reese Witherspoon had performed the songs themselves. Incredibly good performance. I need the DVD and the soundtrack now 🙂

Also, I want to know more about their lives, more than what I learned from the movie that is based on the auto-biography of Johnny Cash.

Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate.

[This post originally appeared in Dullicious, where I blogged as Barbie-dull for several years.]

In honor of Talk Like a Pirate Day, I humbly but lazily offer a single quote from Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl, because this is already pirate talk, and because I like it:

Mr. Gibbs: Curse you for breathin’ ya slack-jawed idiot. Jack. Mother’s love. You should know it’s bad luck to wake a man when he’s sleeping.
Jack Sparrow: Fortunately, I know how to counter it; the man who did the waking buys the man who was sleeping a drink; the man who was sleeping drinks it while listening to a proposition from a man who did the waking.
Mr. Gibbs: Aye, that’ll about do it.

Speaking of which, I happily found out they’re brewing an opus II for 2006. I am a great fan of Johnny Depp.

Now, back to work, ye scurvy dogs!