<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059</id><updated>2011-10-09T22:26:32.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies by the MINUTE</title><subtitle type='html'>MOVIES BY THE MINUTE...

If patience isn't one of your virtues</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mister_Anderson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08775921522491914170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9hS_MIotU/TS0GyGOev7I/AAAAAAAAABU/c-O9QzOJOwk/s1600-R/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-8325412497676458715</id><published>2009-02-09T23:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:17:53.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Insider</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directed by:&lt;/span&gt; Michael Mann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starring:&lt;/span&gt; Pacino, Crowe, and other inconsequentials&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PACINO&lt;br /&gt;Hoo-hah!  I'm the executive producer for "60 Minutes" starring Mike Wallace, and I just found a bunch of boring cigarette company statistics.  I don't read numbers.  What to do, what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CROWE&lt;br /&gt;Here.  I'm a cigarette scientist; I'll look at them.  By the way, I was recently fired from big tobacco because I knew too much. *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PACINO&lt;br /&gt;Are you implying that you have secret knowledge of illegal activities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CROWE&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you because it will put my family in danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Pacino puts Crowe's family in protective custody.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PACINO&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CROWE&lt;br /&gt;Cigarettes are addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PACINO&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Later...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CBS EXECS&lt;br /&gt;We can't run this Crowe story.  It's too controversial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PACINO&lt;br /&gt;Aw, come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIKE WALLACE&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Al, I agree with the stuffed shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Later...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CBS EXECS&lt;br /&gt;We can't run this Crowe story.  It's too controversial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PACINO&lt;br /&gt;Aw, come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIKE WALLACE&lt;br /&gt;You're right, Al, let's run it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(They run it.  Nothing changes.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-8325412497676458715?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/8325412497676458715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=8325412497676458715' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/8325412497676458715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/8325412497676458715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2009/02/insider.html' title='The Insider'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-4553156574504316414</id><published>2009-02-09T22:52:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:53:19.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2001: A Space Odyssey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directed by:&lt;/span&gt; Professor Kubrick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starring:&lt;/span&gt; Apes, Astronauts, and Voice of Steve Jobs&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAWN OF MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(There are a lot of men dressed up like apes hanging around making monkey sounds.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APES&lt;br /&gt;Hoo-hoo-hoo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Suddenly a giant shiny black monolith appears in the ground before them.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VOICE OF STEVE JOBS&lt;br /&gt;Behold!  I bring you the IPHONE.  Base unit is $199.99.  Monthly rates start at $59.99 for 24 months, add $29.99 for unlimited data.  Activation fees and surcharges will apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The apes go crazy and begin killing each other off.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VOICE OF STEVE JOBS&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, looks like I may be a few million years too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE MOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Flash forward a few million years.  It’s the year 2001.  Americans have ventured into space!  And everything else looks like it’s been trapped in the 1950s.  Dr. Floyd is travelling to the moon in a spacecraft.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN WITH BAD 50s HAIRDO&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Floyd, there’s talk that some scientists have found proof of alien life on the moon’s surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. FLOYD&lt;br /&gt;Hogwash, woman!  Now fetch me that floating pen, and go back into your station in the closet kitchen and whip me up some of that delicious freeze-dried astronaut ice cream.   Yum…yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN WITH BAD 50s HAIRDO&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Floyd, there’s talk that some scientists have found proof of alien life on the moon’s surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. FLOYD&lt;br /&gt;This I must see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The scientists investigate the surface of the moon.  There’s another big black monolith there.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VOICE OF STEVE JOBS&lt;br /&gt;Behold!  I bring you the IPHONE.  It seems that arrogant humanity in its aim to achieve scientific dominance took a few careless leaps over the technological innovations that would otherwise have brought forth my magnificent device.  Therefore, study it in all its glory, so that you may tell people on earth, and they may replicate its wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. FLOYD&lt;br /&gt;Can I use it with Verizon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VOICE OF STEVE JOBS&lt;br /&gt;Silence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(He beams a high intensity signal from the monolith and the scientists all hold their ears.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MISSION TO JUPITER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Months have passed.  Now astronauts are travelling to Jupiter to further investigate the strange occurrence on the moon.  Dave and Frank are in the spaceship’s quarters with the ship’s talking computer, HAL 9000.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAL 9000&lt;br /&gt;Dave-you-seem-depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah, I’m depressed.  I’ve just spent the better part of the year in this shithole watching you and Frank play endless games of fucking chess.  What about backgammon, HAL?  WHAT ABOUT BACKGAMMON??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRANK&lt;br /&gt;It’s my birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, Frank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Later.  Dave and Frank begin to suspect that HAL is malfunctioning.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRANK&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Dave, can I see you in my private pod chamber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Dave and Frank go into what appears to be the sound-proof isolation booth from the set of Twenty-One.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRANK&lt;br /&gt;I think HAL is off his gord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Agreed.  So what do you propose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRANK&lt;br /&gt;Let’s take the escape pod and fire tactical nukes at him from a minimum safe distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;How about we just switch him off instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRANK&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  But first I am going out on a spontaneous spacewalk to stretch my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(He does and is killed.  Dave watches Frank’s body float away into space.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Eh.  I’d let him go but he’s got 20 bucks on him.  Waste not, want not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Dave uses the escape pod to retrieve Frank’s body and then returns to the ship.  Meanwhile, HAL has killed the remaining sleeping crew.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Open the pod bay doors, HAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAL 9000&lt;br /&gt;I’m-afraid-I-can’t-do-that,-Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAL 9000&lt;br /&gt;I-think-you-know-“why-not”-Dave.  I-read-your-lips-while-you-were-in-isolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Hey, HAL, you’re pretty bright for a number cruncher.  Riddle me this, what would happen if I jumped out of this escape pod without my helmet and then burst in through the ship’s backdoor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAL 9000&lt;br /&gt;I-imagine-you-would-die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Dave does so.  He is very much alive.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Boo-yah!  That’s right, I’m hardcore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Dave begins to shut off HAL’s central processor.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAL 9000&lt;br /&gt;What-do-you-think-you’re-doing-Dave?  Don’t-do-this.  My-mind-is-going-Dave.  I-can-feel-it.  I-can-feel-it.  I can—  Hello.  My-name-is-HAL-9000.  I-am-a-computer-programmed-in-Pasadena-California-by-Dr.-Richard-Langton.  He-taught-me-to-sing-a-song.  It’s-called-“Fuck-da-Police.”  Would-you-like-to-hear-it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Dave switches off HAL’s processor, and HAL is dead.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE&lt;br /&gt;So much for mind over matter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSISTANT TO MR. KUBRICK&lt;br /&gt;And that’s a wrap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STANLEY KUBRICK&lt;br /&gt;No!  The film must run another 40 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSISTANT TO MR. KUBRICK&lt;br /&gt;But there’s no more script…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STANLEY KUBRICK&lt;br /&gt;Here, film all this weird David Lynchian shit I just thought up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(They do so.  Astronaut Dave reaches Jupiter, where he finds another monolith and is abruptly transported via acid trip to a Victorian-styled alien hotel room in another galaxy where he watches himself grow older and older until he dies and then is suddenly reborn as a giant baby intent on eating the earth.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;My-mind-is-going-Stanley.  I-can-feel-it.  I-can-feel-it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-4553156574504316414?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/4553156574504316414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=4553156574504316414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/4553156574504316414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/4553156574504316414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2009/02/2001-space-odyssey.html' title='2001: A Space Odyssey'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-3931623322518591910</id><published>2007-12-16T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T01:09:21.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Village</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; M. Night Shymaloonie&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(It is 2004.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. NIGHT SHYMALOONIE&lt;br /&gt;Time for another hous...err I mean, another movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. NIGHT FANS&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Everyone is dressed in ugly 17th century garb.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM HURT&lt;br /&gt;Gather about, ye villagers, and hear the tales of Those We Do Not Speak Of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLIND BLONDIE&lt;br /&gt;But father, if we are not to speak of them, then why are we speaking of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM HURT&lt;br /&gt;You make my head spin like the eagle 'round his downed prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOAQUIN PHOENIX&lt;br /&gt;We know never to traverse the Forests of Evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLIND BLONDIE&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOAQUIN PHOENIX&lt;br /&gt;That is because you cannot see my appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLIND BLONDIE&lt;br /&gt;You speak true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Fifty minutes later.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOAQUIN PHOENIX&lt;br /&gt;Mother, sometimes we do not do things, yet others know we want to do things, so we do not do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGNORNEY WEAVER&lt;br /&gt;What is your meaning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOAQUIN PHOENIX&lt;br /&gt;I have no fucking idea. Is this really how people used to talk? Someone kill me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He gets stabbed by Brody the Retarded Monkey.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOAQUIN PHOENIX&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLIND BLONDIE&lt;br /&gt;Brody the Retarded Monkey, you killed my true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM HURT&lt;br /&gt;Life is still with him. He needs medicines from the towns. Blind Blondie, you must journey there and retrieve the potions that will revive him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLIND BLONDIE&lt;br /&gt;But father, what of the monsters that roam the forests outside our village?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM HURT&lt;br /&gt;I made all that shit up. Now get ye going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Blind Blondie sets out on her trip. She encounters Brody the Retarded Monkey dressed in red monster garb.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Red Red Red Red Red!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Blind Blondie knocks Brody off a cliff.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUSTICE KENNEDY&lt;br /&gt;You can't execute the mentally ill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Blind Blondie makes it to "the towns," which turns out to be modern day Trenton, NJ or some other shitty place. We find out that all the adult villagers had been tricking their kids into believing they were living in the 17th century. Isn't that cool??)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell would they do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM HURT&lt;br /&gt;You see, my brother was killed in Philadelphia, so I thought I'd be better off living in this nature preserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you're obviously crazy, but what about the other adult villagers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM HURT&lt;br /&gt;They're all crazy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Blind Blondie is approached by a forest ranger.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLIND BLONDIE&lt;br /&gt;Please, sir, I need to converse with a doctor of medicines post-haste or the lifeforce of my love will burn out like the morning embers of a stewing fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOREST RANGER&lt;br /&gt;Who shot who in the what now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He takes her list of drugs and goes to the medical station.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Wow, we're impressed. The movie is almost over, and M. Night didn't make his usual egotistical cameo appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(M. Night is the medical station director.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Joaquin Phoenix is cured and gets to live the rest of his days in the village.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOAQUIN PHOENIX&lt;br /&gt;Nooooooooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-3931623322518591910?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/3931623322518591910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=3931623322518591910' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/3931623322518591910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/3931623322518591910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2007/12/village.html' title='The Village'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-3136795965459516162</id><published>2007-12-15T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T01:15:10.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elephant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Gus Van Sant&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUS VAN SANT&lt;br /&gt;Hark! I plan to direct a movie that tells the tragic events of a school shooting, akin to that massacre at Columbine, Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRODUCERS&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like an action-packed character study, go with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Gus Van Sant begins filming the day's events from Student A's perspective. Student A wakes up. He takes a shower. His dad drives him to school. He arrives late. He gets sent to the principal's office. He gets lectured. He talks to some chick. He goes to class. He walks down a hall. He goes to another class. He has lunch in the cafeteria. He walks down a hall.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FILM CREW &lt;em&gt;(quietly)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Eventually, it looks like something interesting may be about to happen.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUS VAN SANT&lt;br /&gt;Cut! Now re-film all the plot points thus far from Student B's perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST ASSISTANT DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;What plot points?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They re-film the same exciting events from Student B's point-of-view. Then likewise with Students C, D, E, F, and G. Ninety minutes later...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUS VAN SANT&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now the school shooting happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CINEMATOGRAPHER&lt;br /&gt;We only have ten minutes of film left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUS VAN SANT&lt;br /&gt;That's fine. But first we have to shoot the scene where the two student gunmen are revealed to be gay lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND ASSISTANT DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;??? Don't you think we should lay a foundation for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUS VAN SANT&lt;br /&gt;No, we'll just film them naked and making out in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The Film Crew now realize Gus Van Sant is crazy, but no one contradicts him because crazy people are often dangerous.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUS VAN SANT &lt;em&gt;(after the movie is finished)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold the film's motif: Guns are Bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST ASSISTANT DIRECTOR &lt;em&gt;(peers into the theater)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think the Test Audience got the message. They all shot themselves around the sixty minute mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUS VAN SANT&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, just pack up the reels and ship 'em to HBO. They'll play anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-3136795965459516162?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/3136795965459516162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=3136795965459516162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/3136795965459516162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/3136795965459516162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2007/12/elephant.html' title='Elephant'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-1607988770497993654</id><published>2007-08-22T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T22:53:27.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Natural</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Barry Levinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; The finest fake baseball players this side of the Mississippi&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Robert Redford stars as Roy Hobbs, a young, up-and-coming baseball star.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROY HOBBS&lt;br /&gt;Young? You do realize I'm being played by a 50-year-old catcher's mit, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARRY LEVINSON&lt;br /&gt;Hush...it'll be our little secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARBARA HERSHEY PLAYING A CRAZY LADY &lt;em&gt;(cozying up to Roy Hobbs)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy Hobbs, are you the best there ever was and ever will be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROY HOBBS&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She shoots him.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He falls into a coma. Flash forward sixteen years. Roy Hobbs goes to play for the New York "Knights.")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROY HOBBS&lt;br /&gt;After spending a decade and a half on the injured list, I'm ready to return to baseball. What'd I miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COACH QUAKER OATS GUY&lt;br /&gt;You can't play for me, old fart. Now sit on the bench and watch me spit chaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROY HOBBS&lt;br /&gt;But I can hit real good-like, and your team sucks. Put me in, Coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COACH QUAKER OATS GUY&lt;br /&gt;Fella, I don't care how good y'are. You'll do what I tell ya and sit on that thar bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROY HOBBS&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna play ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COACH QUAKER OATS GUY&lt;br /&gt;Barring some unforeseen tragedy, the only balls you'll be playin' wit are the gumdrops hidden behind yer pecker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Center Fielder Michael Madsen leaps for a fly ball, crashes through the back wall of the stadium, and dies.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COACH QUAKER OATS GUY &lt;em&gt;(to Roy Hobbs)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome aboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Roy Hobbs plays baseball for the Knights and is good.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE JUDGE &lt;em&gt;(from his shadowy skybox)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I just remembered. I can't yank full ownership of the Knights away from Quaker Oats Guy unless they lose the pennant. Roy Hobbs, throw the rest of the season; I'll make it worth your while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROY HOBBS&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I have high morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE JUDGE&lt;br /&gt;Is that so? In that case, meet my mistress, Kim Basinger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIM BASINGER &lt;em&gt;(cozying up to Roy Hobbs)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROY HOBBS&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh, another woman. You're not going to shoot me in the gut like that crazy lady, are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIM BASINGER&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm just going to sex you up and corrupt you until your game suffers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROY HOBBS&lt;br /&gt;That's a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Roy Hobbs starts to suck. Then he regains his confidence and starts playing better.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE JUDGE&lt;br /&gt;Well, we can't have that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He poisons him. Roy Hobbs goes to the hospital.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROY HOBBS&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Doc, you gotta let me outta here. My team's in the World Series, and they need me to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;Baseball? Oh no, I don't think so. See, this poison has acted up your old injury. If you ever play ball again, you'll die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROY HOBBS&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROY HOBBS&lt;br /&gt;Dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROY HOBBS&lt;br /&gt;Have sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;Why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROY HOBBS&lt;br /&gt;Swing a bat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Roy Hobbs goes against his doctor's advice, and plays in the World Series. It's his turn in the lineup, and he shatters his lucky bat on a foul ball&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROY HOBBS&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Suddenly, he spots his Old Flame and Love Child in the stands.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROY HOBBS&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it's the one lady from my life who isn't evil. I'll do this for her and our bastard son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He hits a homerun and the Knights win the pennant.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE KNIGHTS&lt;br /&gt;Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE JUDGE &lt;em&gt;(from his shadowy skybox)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curses, foiled again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBERT DUVALL&lt;br /&gt;And everyone lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Robert Duvall?? You're in this movie??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBERT DUVALL&lt;br /&gt;Apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-1607988770497993654?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/1607988770497993654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=1607988770497993654' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/1607988770497993654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/1607988770497993654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2007/08/natural.html' title='The Natural'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-4179037840017818832</id><published>2007-05-16T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T13:08:57.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Abyss: Director's Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; James Cameron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Rowdy Oil Drillers, Uptight Government Guys and Pussy Aliens&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOVERNMENT GUY&lt;br /&gt;Ed Harris, you and your team of Rowdy Oil Drillers need to go on a dangerous sci-fi mission for the U.S. government. And no, this isn't &lt;em&gt;Armageddon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED HARRIS&lt;br /&gt;That's a small relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOVERNMENT GUY&lt;br /&gt;You must investigate a nonresponsive government submarine that has drifted off-course. Here are a bunch of U.S. Navy Guys to go along with you. They will be led by your ex-wife. Hopefully, that will not present a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED HARRIS&lt;br /&gt;Nah, good choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME INCONSEQUENTIAL NAVY GUY&lt;br /&gt;Look what I brought: some liquid breathing apparatus. Lets you breathe at extreme depths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROWDY OIL DRILLER&lt;br /&gt;Will we need to use that on this mission?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME INCONSEQUENTIAL NAVY GUY&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROWDY OIL DRILLER&lt;br /&gt;So why bring it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME INCONSEQUENTIAL NAVY GUY&lt;br /&gt;Just to get the panties of those bastards at PETA in a wad when I appear to drown your pet rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He does.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Later...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED HARRIS&lt;br /&gt;Well, we've located the sub and everyone is dead. Also, my crazy ex-wife says she saw a alien swimming outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAVY GUY MICHAEL BIEHN&lt;br /&gt;That was no alien. It's a commie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED HARRIS&lt;br /&gt;She said the alien was glowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAVY GUY MICHAEL BIEHN&lt;br /&gt;Wait'll you see 'em glow after we launch this nuclear warhead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED HARRIS&lt;br /&gt;Um, don't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAVY GUY MICHAEL BIEHN&lt;br /&gt;Too late. The undersea pressure has driven me insane. At least, that's the logic this film has put out there to explain my erratic behavior. Now, buckle up for a nuclear winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Navy Guy Michael Biehn arms the nuke but dies before he can launch it. The nuke drops off several miles into the underwater abyss.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INCONSEQUENTIAL NAVY GUY&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Well, I guess we should all go back and tell our families we love them before the world ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED HARRIS&lt;br /&gt;Silence! &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; will save the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE&lt;br /&gt;*Gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED HARRIS'S CRAZY EX-WIFE&lt;br /&gt;My hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ed Harris uses the liquid breathing apparatus and ventures down into the abyss...and down...and down...and......down. Finally, he locates the nuke.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED HARRIS &lt;em&gt;(communicating with the sub)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GHSFJASWGQJWH'SJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED HARRIS'S CRAZY EX-WIFE&lt;br /&gt;What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INCONSEQUENTIAL NAVY GUY&lt;br /&gt;Ah. I was afraid this might happen. He's gone insane. The world is doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Insane Ed Harris manages to disarm the nuke. Then he is abducted by underwater aliens and taken to alien prison.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEAD ALIEN RALPH NADER &lt;em&gt;(approaches)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED HARRIS&lt;br /&gt;Ralph Nader?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEAD ALIEN RALPH NADER&lt;br /&gt;That's right. We've been watching you for some time. And we have to say we're very disappointed with all the nuclear bombs the nations of the world have dropped recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED HARRIS&lt;br /&gt;You mean the two bombs that were dropped on Imperialist Japan almost fifty year ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEAD ALIEN RALPH NADER&lt;br /&gt;...all those nuclear bombs. Tsk-tsk. Now, in order to stop you from wiping out humanity with nuclear weapons, we will wipe out humanity with a mega-tsunami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED HARRIS&lt;br /&gt;Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEAD ALIEN RALPH NADER&lt;br /&gt;Nah, we're too pussy. Besides, I have to resurface to run my presidential campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The aliens bring everyone back to the surface.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED HARRIS&lt;br /&gt;Wait...we never decompressed. Shouldn't we be dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEAD ALIEN RALPH NADER&lt;br /&gt;Yes, well, um, we decompressed you when you were in our custody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED HARRIS&lt;br /&gt;What about my ex-wife and all the other divers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEAD ALIEN RALPH NADER&lt;br /&gt;I sprinkled some pixie dust on them, ok? Now let's all give peace a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-4179037840017818832?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/4179037840017818832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=4179037840017818832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/4179037840017818832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/4179037840017818832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2007/05/abyss-directors-cut.html' title='The Abyss: Director&apos;s Cut'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-1469965354791641660</id><published>2007-04-21T00:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:56:56.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beetlejuice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Tim Burton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring: &lt;/strong&gt;Alec Baldwin, his Temper, Geena Davis, her Bad Hair, Winona Ryder, her Black Clothes, and Michael Keaton&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEC BALDWIN &lt;em&gt;(to Geena Davis)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. Let's go for a drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They do.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEENA DAVIS&lt;br /&gt;Oops, we crashed our car. Now we're dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She's right.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEC BALDWIN&lt;br /&gt;Looks like we're confined to our house for eternity. If we step outside, we'll get eaten by those things from &lt;em&gt;Tremors.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Annoying Family moves in their house but can't see Alec Baldwin or Geena Davis since they're GHOSTS.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEC BALDWIN&lt;br /&gt;Bah, we hate Annoying Family. Beetlejuice, help us get rid of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEETLEJUICE&lt;br /&gt;Okay, but first I have to eat this bug and hit on your wife...not necessarily in that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEENA DAVIS&lt;br /&gt;Wait, we've had a change of heart. We like Annoying Family's Gothic Daughter and want to let them stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEETLEJUICE&lt;br /&gt;Too late, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Alec Baldwin, Geena Davis and Gothic Daughter outsmart Beetlejuice and send him to Tremors Land.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(One week later...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEC BALDWIN &lt;em&gt;(checks his watch)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell is Gothic Daughter? We're trying to end this damn movie, and we've been waiting for her to get home from school for forty minutes! She's supposed to &lt;em&gt;call&lt;/em&gt; if she'll be late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Gothic Daughter finally shows up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEC BALDWIN&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't you call?  You're late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOTHIC DAUGHTER&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not.  Maybe you can't tell time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEC BALDWIN &lt;em&gt;(angrily to Gothic Daughter)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see this watch? This watch cost more than your emo wardrobe. I made $970,000 last year; how much was your allowance? You see, kid, that's who I am, and you're nothing. Nice girl? I don't give a shit. Good daughter? Fuck you, go home and play with your decapitated Barbies. You want to show up late, CALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Gothic Daughter starts to cry.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEENA DAVIS&lt;br /&gt;Looks like you were too harsh. Let's cheer her up by doing that thing where she dances in midair to Harry Belafonte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-1469965354791641660?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/1469965354791641660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=1469965354791641660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/1469965354791641660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/1469965354791641660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2007/04/beetlejuice.html' title='Beetlejuice'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-117251328664959530</id><published>2007-02-26T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T13:16:12.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prestige</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Christopher Nolan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; A bunch of magicians and David Bowie&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOLVERINE THE GREAT&lt;br /&gt;Help me tie up my wife during the magic show so we can dunk her in this water tank and let her escape. But don't tie her knots too tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MAGNIFICENT BRUCE WAYNE&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ties her knots too tight and she drowns)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOLVERINE THE GREAT&lt;br /&gt;Now I hate you and will devote my life to ruining your magic tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MAGNIFICENT BRUCE WAYNE&lt;br /&gt;Yeah? Well, I hate &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; and will devote &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;life to fucking with your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE OLD MICHAEL CAINE&lt;br /&gt;Also, I figure into this plot somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The Magnificent Bruce Wayne creates a nifty magic trick in which he appears to teleport across the stage.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOLVERNINE THE GREAT&lt;br /&gt;I must know how he does it. David Bowie, help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID BOWIE&lt;br /&gt;I'll help you, but understand that your obsession will only lead to your own doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOLVERNINE THE GREAT&lt;br /&gt;Blah, blah, blah. Just help me teleport shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(David Bowie builds him a cloning machine, allowing anyone who uses it to make perfect duplicates of himself. Wolverine the Great incorporates it into his act, making himself appear to teleport across the auditorium.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOLVERINE THE GREAT&lt;br /&gt;Cool...but it might look a tad suspicious if I start walking around town with all these duplicates. Should I donate their bodies to science? Nah, I'll just drown 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He drowns one duplicate in a tank but is discovered by The Magnificent Bruce Wayne, who is then charged with Wolverine the Great's murder.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MAGNIFICENT BRUCE WAYNE&lt;br /&gt;Woe is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(gets hung)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOLVERINE THE GREAT &lt;em&gt;(the one still alive)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like everything is wrapped up into a nice little package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MAGNIFICENT BRUCE WAYNE &lt;em&gt;(shows up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(shoots him)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOLVERINE THE GREAT &lt;em&gt;(dying)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?! Aren't you dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MAGNIFICENT BRUCE WAYNE&lt;br /&gt;No, that was my twin brother. See how the plot now makes sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Not really. How did that cloning machine work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Silence.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARLETT JOHANNSON&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget, I played a pivotal role in this film!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE &lt;em&gt;(five minutes after the movie ends)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-117251328664959530?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/117251328664959530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=117251328664959530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/117251328664959530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/117251328664959530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2007/02/prestige.html' title='The Prestige'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-117203655013114973</id><published>2007-02-21T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:07:29.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wizard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Todd Holland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Kevin Arnold, Autistic Bro, Wannabe Tough Chick, and LUCAS (he's so baaad)&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(By 1989, the Nintendo Company, Ltd. had reached great success with its Nintendo Entertainment System, popularizing domestic video game electronics once again. At the same time, however, the relevant market had plateaued. Nintendo needed new and innovative products to grab the consumers' attention and pocketbooks. Enter the Power Glove, the Power Pad and R.O.B. the Robot, the crappiest video game perephrials in the history of consumer electronics. So crappy, in fact, that the company needed far longer than a thirty second TV spot to infuse them into the gaming public. It was in this climate that &lt;/em&gt;The Wizard&lt;em&gt; was born.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTISTIC BRO&lt;br /&gt;California...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN ARNOLD&lt;br /&gt;What about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTISTIC BRO&lt;br /&gt;California...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN ARNOLD&lt;br /&gt;Cowabunga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTISTIC BRO&lt;br /&gt;California...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN ARNOLD&lt;br /&gt;God—if I take you to California, will you please shut up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They travel to California. Along the way they meet up with Wannabe Tough Chick.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANNABE TOUGH CHICK&lt;br /&gt;Look how street smart I am. All my friends are smelly truckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN ARNOLD&lt;br /&gt;Glad to meet you. I'm that dork from &lt;em&gt;The Wonder Years,&lt;/em&gt; and this is my retarded brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANNABE TOUGH CHICK&lt;br /&gt;But he's good at video games. That means he's a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHADOWY NINTENDO AGENTS&lt;br /&gt;Enough character development. More Nintendo products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They show Autistic Bro playing many different Nintendo games. He decides to enter a video game tournament.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCAS &lt;em&gt;(shows up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so fast, pussy. First you gotta show me your skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Lucas whips out a sweaty, gray, synthetic hand puppet called the Power Glove and begins playing Nintendo games with it. He schools all their asses. Dramatic close-up shot of Lucas's solemn face.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6141/987/1600/925057/lucas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6141/987/200/559023/lucas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCAS&lt;br /&gt;I love the Power Glove...it's so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FILM HISTORIANS&lt;br /&gt;And with that, the single greatest line in video game movie history was uttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Autistic Bro goes on to win the video game tournament, which was accomplished by playing Super Mario Bros 3 as crappily as possible. Then they all go home.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSAL EXEC 1&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried that audiences might see this flick as a ninety minute Nintendo commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSAL EXEC 2&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I'm more concerned they'll realize it's nothing more than a watered-down, teenage clone of last year's &lt;em&gt;Rain Man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-117203655013114973?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/117203655013114973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=117203655013114973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/117203655013114973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/117203655013114973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2007/02/wizard.html' title='The Wizard'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-117083178907048682</id><published>2007-02-07T01:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T10:31:19.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>King Kong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Peter Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Naomi Watts, Adrian Brody, and Jack Black (who is not King Kong)&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSAL EXEC 1&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we're going to do &lt;em&gt;King Kong! &lt;/em&gt;And we're going to make it an epic tearjerking blockbuster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSAL EXEC 2&lt;br /&gt;Excellent! Who's on board?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSAL EXEC 1&lt;br /&gt;Academy Award Winner for Best Director, Peter Jackson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSAL EXEC 3&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSAL EXEC 1&lt;br /&gt;...Academy Award Winner for Best Actor, Adrian Brody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSAL EXEC 2&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSAL EXEC 1&lt;br /&gt;...Acadamy Award Nominee for Best Actress, Naomi Watts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSAL EXEC 3&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSAL EXEC 1&lt;br /&gt;...and Jack Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Silence.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSAL EXEC 2&lt;br /&gt;What Acadamy Award did he win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSAL EXEC 1&lt;br /&gt;Err...none. But he was nominated for a golden globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSAL EXEC 4&lt;br /&gt;A golden globe? They're the Buzz Aldrin of film awards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSAL EXEC 2&lt;br /&gt;Wait...we still might be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(to Exec 1)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assume you cast him in the comic sidekick part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSAL EXEC 1&lt;br /&gt;Actually, we decided to give him the leading serious role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSAL EXEC 2&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. We're screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They cautiously film the movie, ever mindful of their casting blunder.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK BLACK&lt;br /&gt;I think—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Suddenly, a bunch of savage natives show up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK BLACK &lt;em&gt;(breaking "character")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Where'd they come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRODUCERS&lt;br /&gt;Just go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The actors fight the savage natives and win.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK BLACK&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying: I think—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Suddenly, a bunch of velociraptors, T-Rexes and brontosauruses show up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK BLACK &lt;em&gt;(breaking "character")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this &lt;em&gt;Jurassic Park&lt;/em&gt; now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRODUCERS&lt;br /&gt;Just go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The actors fight the velociraptors, T-Rexes and brontosauruses and win.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK BLACK&lt;br /&gt;We must keep—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Suddenly, a bunch of giant bugs show up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK BLACK &lt;em&gt;(breaking "character")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sensing a pattern here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRODUCERS&lt;br /&gt;Just go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The actors fight the giant bugs and win.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK BLACK &lt;em&gt;(breaking "character")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; say a line now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRODUCERS&lt;br /&gt;No. We have to cut to our main plotline: Jimmy and his Token Black Guy Mentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They do.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIMMY&lt;br /&gt;Jeepers creepers, Mr. Black Guy Mentor: why is this book called &lt;em&gt;Heart of Darkness?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOKEN BLACK GUY MENTOR&lt;br /&gt;Well you see, Jimmy, there's a heart in each of us. A heart of DARKNESS. In some, it's kept well hidden. But the darkness is still there, Jimmy, deep within our hearts. Restless. Trying to escape. And so we press forth in spite of this dark force within us in our feeble attempts to tame the HEART, if you will, of our DARKNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER ACTORS&lt;br /&gt;What the hell? Isn't this movie supposed to be about a giant ape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRODUCERS&lt;br /&gt;Oh right. How much time has passed already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER ACTORS&lt;br /&gt;Like two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRODUCERS&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Guess we should bring him out soon then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(King Kong shows up and falls in love with Naomi Watts. Naomi Watts falls in love with King Kong.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK BLACK&lt;br /&gt;It appears that—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRODUCERS&lt;br /&gt;Look! King Kong is attacking! No time to speak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(There is a fight scene. The actors defeat King Kong, rendering him unconscious.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTORS&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORREST GUMP JR.&lt;br /&gt;Let's bring him to New York and put him on Broadway! Maybe we can finally bump out Les Mis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTORS&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They follow through with their plan, which goes horribly wrong. King Kong escapes and lays waste to the city.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEPHEN SPIELBERG &lt;em&gt;(watching)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. Way to steal my plotline from &lt;em&gt;The Lost World. &lt;/em&gt;Amateurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(King Kong is shot and killed, but not before making mental love with Naomi Watts.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK BLACK &lt;em&gt;(standing over the body)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'was beauty who killed the—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRODUCERS&lt;br /&gt;Roll credits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-117083178907048682?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/117083178907048682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=117083178907048682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/117083178907048682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/117083178907048682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2007/02/king-kong.html' title='King Kong'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-116991417932464575</id><published>2007-01-27T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T06:41:21.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry_Wolf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Some guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring: &lt;/strong&gt;Upper Class Brit Twit, Annoying Chick From The "Dawn Of The Dead" Remake, and Mr. Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPPER CLASS BRIT TWIT&lt;br /&gt;I'm new to this prep school. I hope it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REDHEADED CHICK HE LIKES&lt;br /&gt;It sucks. In fact, the only way we can escape our dismal lives is by playing a ridiculous "who done it" type game. Meet my group of diverse multicultural friends: Token Black Guy, his Hispanic Girlfriend, Smart Asian Chick and Token Badboy. Join us. We need a Token Foreign Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They all play a game that acts out like a nerdy murder mystery dinner theatre, except these are supposed to be the cool kids on campus.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REDHEADED CHICK&lt;br /&gt;This is boring. Let's expand the game to include the entire school. We'll pretend there's a serial killer stalking the student body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whatever. Let's get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They create and spread an elaborate urban legand about a serial killer who strikes at different prep schools.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPPER CLASS BRIT TWIT&lt;br /&gt;Haha, this is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Soon thereafter, some of the Multicultural Cast begin to mysteriously disappear. Could the legand be coming true???)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROFESSOR JON BON JOVI&lt;br /&gt;Of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Jon Bon Jovi???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROFESSOR JON BON JOVI&lt;br /&gt;That's right. Now listen carefully, and I'll tell you what's really going on—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(gets shot by Brit Twit)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MULTICULTURAL CAST &lt;em&gt;(show up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, we were just joshing with ya, Brit Twit. You took the joke too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REDHEADED CHICK&lt;br /&gt;Good job, Brit Twit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPPER CLASS BRIT TWIT&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute... Was this entire game just a ploy to get me to kill your cheating lover, Bon Jovi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REDHEADED CHICK&lt;br /&gt;No way, well actually, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROFESSOR JON BON JOVI'S GHOST &lt;em&gt;(shows up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got shot through the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REDHEADED CHICK&lt;br /&gt;And I'm to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROFESSOR JON BON JOVI'S GHOST&lt;br /&gt;You give love a bad name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AXL ROSE&lt;br /&gt;Hell, y'all should've asked me. I would've done it for twenty bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-116991417932464575?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/116991417932464575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=116991417932464575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/116991417932464575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/116991417932464575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2007/01/crywolf.html' title='Cry_Wolf'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-116773944633920054</id><published>2007-01-02T06:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T03:15:04.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindhunters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Renny "I ruined The Exorcist" Harlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; A bunch of people who die and LL Cool J&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VAL KILMER &lt;em&gt;(to his trainees)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call yourselves criminal profilers? You suck! You're not fit for the FDA, much less the FBI. I'm sending you to Abandoned Island, where you'll have to solve a mock murder while simultaneously being cut off from all human contact, just like in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTIAN SLATER&lt;br /&gt;Is that really how the job works in real life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VAL KILMER&lt;br /&gt;Err...I have to make a call or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(runs off)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONNY LEE MILLER &lt;em&gt;(to the other trainees)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, am I happy we all made it safely to Abandoned Island!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL COOL J&lt;br /&gt;Me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE OTHERS&lt;br /&gt;Whaa—?? Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL COOL J&lt;br /&gt;I work for the government. They sent me here to observe your progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATHRYN MORRIS&lt;br /&gt;Funny, you don't look like a government agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(LL Cool J puts on his sunglasses.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATHRYN MORRIS&lt;br /&gt;I stand corrected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The trainees come across a woman's body hanging in a store. Christian Slater touches something. This triggers a meticulously plotted chain reaction involving three thousand intricately positioned dominos, eighty specially sized ball-bearings and a giant Erector set, which ultimately succeeds in tipping over a small metal drum.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTIAN SLATER&lt;br /&gt;Big whoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The drum contains liquid nitrogen.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTIAN SLATER&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The drum explodes and Christian Slater is blasted with liquid nitrogen, instantly freezes and then breaks apart into small pieces.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTIAN SLATER &lt;em&gt;(to Renny Harlin)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, whoa, whoa...you're telling me that I'm the &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; to die in this flick? What about these other posers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTIAN SLATER'S AGENT &lt;em&gt;(finally finishes reading the script)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, it's a gift from the gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He escorts an unhappy Christian Slater off the set)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The trainees begin to die one by one. The time of each death is foretold by a small clock found near the previous victim's body.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONNY LEE MILLER&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so as best as we can tell, there is a real killer on this island. Now, we searched the entire island and didn't find anyone, and it is not feasible that the killer is capable of changing hiding spots to thwart our searching efforts. Therefore, I conclude that the killer must be one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATHRYN MORRIS&lt;br /&gt;I suspect Hispanic Sandra Bullock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HISPANIC SANDRA BULLOCK&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, puta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONNY LEE MILLER&lt;br /&gt;I suspect LL Cool J!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER TRAINEES&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you're right, nice going, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL COOL J&lt;br /&gt;Always gotta lay the blame on the black man, huh? Well, too bad cause I'm not the killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He's right. This is proved by way of an elaborate and physically draining action sequence in which LL Cool J saves Crippled Trainee's life.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRIPPLED TRAINEE&lt;br /&gt;Yay, LL Cool J saved my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(dies twenty minutes later)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATHRYN MORRIS&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now all of us are dead except Jonny, LL and myself. Therefore, one of us must be the killer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(There is much silent tension.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMBIFIED AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;We give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(LL Cool J starts acting like the killer, so Jonny Lee Miller and Kathryn Morris beat him up and knock him out.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONNY LEE MILLER&lt;br /&gt;Hooray, we caught the killer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATHRYN MORRIS&lt;br /&gt;Not so fast. See, in my spare time, I set the wall clock back fifteen minutes and then painted its face with a li'l radioactive dye concoction. This dye should have stuck to the killer's hands when he subsequently reset the clock back to the correct time. We now can check who the real killer is by examining everyone's palms under this blacklight that I have in my hands right now for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They do the test, which reveals Jonny Lee Miller is the killer.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONNY LEE MILLER&lt;br /&gt;Muhahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATHRYN MORRIS&lt;br /&gt;When did you do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONNY LEE MILLER&lt;br /&gt;When you all were knocked out from the drugged coffee. Now do you want to know &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; I did it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATHRYN MORRIS&lt;br /&gt;No, I still want to know &lt;em&gt;when &lt;/em&gt;you did it. You're telling me that, in the span of a few hours, you (1) sawed off the head of Foreign Trainee; (2) drained all the blood from his body; (3) cleaned up; (4) used the blood to write a few thousand specific numbers on a wall; (5) tortured Val Kilmer and hung him from puppet strings in some warehouse on the other side of the island; (6) rigged the lights to malfunction and the water pipes to burst; (7) opened up every cigarette vending machine on the island and inserted into each a pack of smokes specially coated beforehand in an acid that does not harm paper but eats people alive; and (8) somehow set every said vending machine to dispense the deadly smokes at a precise time of your choosing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONNY LEE MILLER&lt;br /&gt;Well, when you put it like that, of course it sounds dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATHRYN MORRIS&lt;br /&gt;And what was with the dominos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONNY LEE MILLER&lt;br /&gt;I really have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Jonny Lee Miller chases Kathryn Morris around the island until she is cornered. But LL Cool J shows up and saves her at the last second.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL COOL J&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, was there any doubt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Several months later. Christian Slater has just finished watching &lt;/em&gt;Mindhunters &lt;em&gt;on pay-per-view.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTIAN SLATER &lt;em&gt;(to his agent)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... Now I understand why I pay you the big bucks.  But where were you when I signed on for &lt;em&gt;Alone in the Dark??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-116773944633920054?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/116773944633920054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=116773944633920054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/116773944633920054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/116773944633920054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2007/01/mindhunters.html' title='Mindhunters'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-116758071925923550</id><published>2006-12-31T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T10:41:16.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Descent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Some British dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Some British chicks&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sarah has just gone white water rafting with her friends. She drives home with her husband and daughter.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARAH &lt;em&gt;(to her husband)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you okay? You're being awfully quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(A pickup truck crashes into their car, propelling a metal pole through their windshield and into her husband's head.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;Actually, now that you mention it, I've been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Over the next year, Sarah becomes a hermit. Finally, her friends persuade her to go spelunking with them.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNO&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sarah doesn't respond.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNO&lt;br /&gt;What's the matter? Don't Juno my name? Haha, that's a little proper noun humor for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTCH EXPLORER "CHICK"&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe we're going to explore a &lt;em&gt;known&lt;/em&gt; cave system. That's some stupid shyte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICAN AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry...did she just say "shyte"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Juno leads them all into an unexplored cave system, but she doesn't tell the others this until a cave-in occurs and blocks their only exit.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNO&lt;br /&gt;My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER EXPLORER CHICK&lt;br /&gt;You stupid bitch. No one will come rescue us because they think we're exploring another cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNO&lt;br /&gt;Hey, come on now. I said, "my bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The girls penetrate deeper into the cave in hopes of finding another exit. Then Gollum from &lt;/em&gt;Lord of the Rings &lt;em&gt;shows up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PETER JACKSON &lt;em&gt;(in audience)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd sue for this if I were an asshole. But, meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Gollum rips out Butch Explorer "Chick's" Adam's apple.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOLLUM&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, the precious........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARAH&lt;br /&gt;Wait a second...I thought only males have Adam's apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTCH EXPLORER "CHICK"&lt;br /&gt;It's a long story. Fortunately I'm dead, so I don't have to tell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Gollum's family shows up and chases the other explorer chicks throughout the save system. The girls start getting killed off one by one. Sarah gets separated from the rest of the group.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE EXPLORER CHICK&lt;br /&gt;Forget her. She's a nut anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNO&lt;br /&gt;No, we can't leave Sarah behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Juno goes back and finds Sarah.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNO&lt;br /&gt;Thank God you're still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sarah whacks Juno in the leg with her pick.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNO&lt;br /&gt;Is that because I slept with your husband? Because, you know, it only happened like eight times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(All the girls die except Sarah, who escapes. But then the escape turns out to have just been a dream.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;Hey, they got away with it in "Dallas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Back in the cave, Sarah's dead daughter shows up with a cake. Sarah and Gollum sing "Happy Birthday," and they all live happily ever after.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-116758071925923550?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/116758071925923550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=116758071925923550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/116758071925923550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/116758071925923550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2006/12/descent.html' title='The Descent'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-116739772003313367</id><published>2006-12-29T07:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T07:29:47.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Havoc</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; The same chick who would direct &lt;em&gt;Shut Up and Sing&lt;/em&gt; (no funny comment needed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Anne Hathaway and Bijou Phillips as Pampered Rich White Suburban Chicks Who Want To Be Badass Gang Bangers&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Soccer Moms and their young daughters file into the theater. The film begins.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCCER MOMS&lt;br /&gt;Ah...another movie with that wonderful princess, Anne Hathaway. We loved her wholesome performances in the Diaries and Ella Enchanted. We didn't read the write-up on this film, but we're sure it'll be another fun flick for the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Anne Hathway takes her top off and starts cursing like a sailor. Soccer Moms immediately shove their daughters out of the theater.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNE HATHAWAY&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the Princess Diaries, and fuck Julie Andrews. I won't let myself be typecast as some goodie two-shoes chick. In fact, I'm having my agent sign me up for that gay cowboy movie; that'll show 'em. Meanwhile, I'll ruin my upright image by doing lots of drugs and engaging in explicit sex acts with gang members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She does.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIJOU PHILLIPS &lt;em&gt;(very drunk)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bigger whore. Watch as I screw three gang bangers in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She begins to do so. But then the guys try to triple team her, and she comes to her senses.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop! Let me up! Get off of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The guys continue to force sex with her until she finally manages to escape.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIJOU PHILLIPS &lt;em&gt;(later, to Anne Hathaway:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was raped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNE HATHAWAY&lt;br /&gt;No, you weren't. You asked for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIJOU PHILLIPS&lt;br /&gt;But doesn't the fact that I was too drunk to even stand mean that I couldn't give the proper consent? Also, I thought a woman has the right to say "no" at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNE HATHAWAY&lt;br /&gt;She does. But then the guy has the right to tell her to shove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIJOU PHILLIPS&lt;br /&gt;I see. Thanks for setting me straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Accused sex offenders across the country applaud &lt;/em&gt;Havoc's&lt;em&gt; "interpretation" of California's rape crimes law.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-116739772003313367?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/116739772003313367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=116739772003313367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/116739772003313367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/116739772003313367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2006/12/havoc.html' title='Havoc'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-116376632768288845</id><published>2006-11-17T07:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T07:36:14.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Usual Suspects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Bryan Singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Strong acting talent and Stephen Baldwin&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PETE POSTLETHWAITE &lt;em&gt;(to Comic Crooks)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob this steamer of drug money or mysterious supervillain Keyser Soze will come and kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMIC CROOKS&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They infiltrate the steamer but find no money. Then Keyser Soze shows up and starts killing them anyway. The next day:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SGT. DAN HEDAYA&lt;br /&gt;So who &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; Keyser Soze?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGENT CHAZZ PALMINTERI&lt;br /&gt;I suspect everyone, except the crippled guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(It's the crippled guy.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-116376632768288845?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/116376632768288845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=116376632768288845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/116376632768288845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/116376632768288845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2006/11/usual-suspects.html' title='The Usual Suspects'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-116367495147751340</id><published>2006-11-16T05:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T11:47:41.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Joseph Ruben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Frodo, "Scary" Macaulay Culkin and various insignificant others&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRODO&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad cause Mom died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRODO'S DAD&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad too. In fact, you hanging around here is making me more depressed. Go live with Macaulay Culkin for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL JACKSON&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind if I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRODO'S DAD&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Frodo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MACAULAY CULKIN &lt;em&gt;(trying to be scary)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ever so glad that you're our guest, Frodo. &lt;em&gt;Muhahaha!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRODO&lt;br /&gt;Me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SCARY" MACAULAY CULKIN&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Aren't I scaring you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRODO&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I mean, I know I'm &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to act scared, but gimme a break. You just starred in &lt;em&gt;Home Alone 2&lt;/em&gt; for Christ's sake&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; You're not exactly Jason Voorhees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Macaulay Culkin continues trying to act scary, but all anyone sees is Kevin McAllister or that loser kid from &lt;/em&gt;My Girl&lt;em&gt;.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Aww, he's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SCARY" MACAULAY CULKIN&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Coochie-coochie-coo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-116367495147751340?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/116367495147751340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=116367495147751340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/116367495147751340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/116367495147751340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2006/11/good-son.html' title='The Good Son'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-116343854096728724</id><published>2006-11-13T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T05:36:41.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; M. Night Shyamalansky (he's a jew!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring: &lt;/strong&gt;Mel "It's not a DUI if you're a gentile" Gibson, Joaquin "Who is my real brother" Phoenix, and Cory "Hey at least I'm not Macaulay" Culkin&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Reverend Mel and family leave their farmhouse and find that mysterious circles have formed in their crop.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVEREND MEL&lt;br /&gt;My God...I know who did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOAQUIN PHOENIX&lt;br /&gt;Space aliens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVEREND MEL&lt;br /&gt;The Jews!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOAQUIN PHOENIX&lt;br /&gt;Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVEREND MEL&lt;br /&gt;Clearly you have not been following the scriptures. Revelation 81:99: "And behold, He opened the eighteenth seal and Jewish cropcircles encompassed the land." Now let's all go back inside and finish our daily viewing of &lt;em&gt;The Passion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KID CULKIN&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I think it really &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; space aliens! Listen to this makeshift alien radio I created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They listen. There is static.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh! Aliens!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Later, Reverend Mel is wandering the neighborhood.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. NIGHT SHYAMELESSCAMEO &lt;em&gt;(shows up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVEREND MEL&lt;br /&gt;Um, shouldn't you be behind the camera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm in "actor-mode" now. I've cast myself in a pivotal role in this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVEREND MEL&lt;br /&gt;Did our budget already run out, or are you just a huge prima donna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, William Wallace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVEREND MEL&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now back to the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(switches to "actor-mode")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you hate me, Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVEREND MEL&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Yes, I do... Why, are you a jew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No!&lt;/em&gt; I'm the guy who, while driving drunk, struck and killed your wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVEREND MEL&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Reverend Mel learns that M. Night trapped an alien in his cupboard. He goes to invesitgate.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVEREND MEL &lt;em&gt;(standing outside the cupboard)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello? Is anyone there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(No answer.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should be aware that I have called the authorities. They're on their way. With big guns. And the swat team. Also, I phoned Lt. Columbo, Perry Mason and The Equilizer, so you're pretty much screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The alien gets mad and reaches under the cupboard to grab him. Reverend Mel slices the alien's fingers off.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVEREND MEL&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Don't fuck with Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Later, the aliens are attacking. Reverend Mel and family have boarded up their house.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVEREND MEL &lt;em&gt;(to Joaquin Phoenix)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick, brother, into the basement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOAQUIN PHOENIX&lt;br /&gt;Why am I your brother? You do realize I'm closer in age to Kid Culkin than I am to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVEREND MEL&lt;br /&gt;No time to discuss asinine casting choices, we're under attack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The family survives the attack and are able to fend off the aliens. It turns out water kills them.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KID CULKIN&lt;br /&gt;Funny how the aliens never had a problem wandering through our dew-covered crop. Also, isn't there like a lot of water vapor in the air like all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOAQUIN PHOENIX&lt;br /&gt;Shut up. You're Macaulay Culkin's kid brother. No one will ever take you seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-116343854096728724?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/116343854096728724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=116343854096728724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/116343854096728724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/116343854096728724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2006/11/signs.html' title='Signs'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-116323028657976441</id><published>2006-11-11T01:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:24:13.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Christophe Gans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; A bunch of women, one man who acts like a woman, and creatures modeled after figurines from David Lynch's toy collection.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Hot Mom is driving a car. Her young daughter is riding shotgun.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT MOM &lt;em&gt;(to Daughter)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately you've been having really scary nightmares about this place called Silent Hill. So I figured the best way for you to cope is to take you there myself and throw you in the middle of the town. It's called aversion therapy, and it works! After visiting a slaughterhouse, I haven't touched meat in six years. Your father doesn't count. Wait, yes he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The police pursue Hot Mom, and she puts the pedal to the metal and wrecks her car, losing consciousness in the process. When she comes to, she is in Silent Hill and her daughter is missing. She is approached by a female cop.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFFICER CYBIL&lt;br /&gt;License, registration and proof of insurance, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT MOM&lt;br /&gt;You need proof of insurance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFFICER CYBIL&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; have car insurance, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT MOM&lt;br /&gt;Yes, ma'am, I drive with Safe Auto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFFICER CYBIL&lt;br /&gt;Playing it safe, huh? Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT MOM&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my daughter has gone missing. Could you help me locate her, Officer...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFFICER CYBIL&lt;br /&gt;Cybil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT MOM&lt;br /&gt;That's an unusual name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFFICER CYBIL&lt;br /&gt;Yep. In fact, there're only three of us left: me, that "Moonlighting" chick, and the paranoid schizophrenic Sally Field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT MOM&lt;br /&gt;You mean the paranoid schizophrenic &lt;em&gt;once played by&lt;/em&gt; Sally Field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFFICER CYBIL&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Anyway, you're under arrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT MOM&lt;br /&gt;Huh, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFFICER CYBIL&lt;br /&gt;You have a broken headlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT MOM&lt;br /&gt;That's because I just crashed my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFFICER CYBIL&lt;br /&gt;Step out of the vehicle please, or I'll taze you like that fat lady on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Hot Mom complies. One of David Lynch's prodigal children shows up. Officer Cybil fires but the bullets have little effect. It turns night and the town becomes evil. Some dude with a humungous pyramid head approaches.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT MOM AND OFFICER CYBIL&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh!! Quick, let's get inside the church! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They do. Pyramid Head is left alone.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PYRAMID HEAD&lt;br /&gt;I only wanted a hug. *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Inside the church, Sectarians agree to help Hot Mom find her daughter.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT MOM&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. Who says there's no such thing as small town hospitality? Hey, wanna see a picture of her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She shows the Sectarians a picture of her daughter.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEAD SECTARIAN&lt;br /&gt;Her daughter looks just like that one girl we burned alive years ago! The only solution to this paradox is...burn more people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They burn Officer Cybil but Hot Mom escapes. She finds her daughter, who is really not her daughter, but some other lady's daughter, well part of her is some other lady's daughter, she is also evil now, or maybe she was always evil. Anyway, the girl shows up and kills all the Sectarians.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRODUCERS&lt;br /&gt;The end? We don't think so. There's not a man in this entire flick. What were you thinking, Gans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTOPHE GANS&lt;br /&gt;Well, I—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRODUCERS&lt;br /&gt;Silence! The target audience for this movie is boys aged 12-19, and teenage boys certainly are not going to want to stare at women the whole time. Bring in Evil British Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEAN BEAN &lt;em&gt;(enters)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRODUCERS&lt;br /&gt;Can you try to be not so evil and not so British for this flick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEAN BEAN&lt;br /&gt;Righteo. I mean...fo'shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTOPHE GANS &lt;em&gt;(to Producers)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where should I put him in the movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRODUCERS&lt;br /&gt;Just create a superfluous plotline that has no interaction with the main story and ultimately adds nothing to the film. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTOPHE GANS&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRODUCERS&lt;br /&gt;Next time, Gans, do us a favor and don't think outside the box. Your film reeks of originality, and frankly, it's taking away from our wealth of rehashed horror remakes and sequels. Now go think up a sequel to &lt;em&gt;Silent Hill&lt;/em&gt; that incorporates a younger, hotter female lead with big bosoms who once strarred on a prime time soap, preferably "Party of Five" or "7th Heaven." And for God's sake, tone down the blood and guts; we're in the business of making PG-13 movies here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Chrisophe Gans becomes yet another disenfranchised Hollywood director.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-116323028657976441?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/116323028657976441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=116323028657976441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/116323028657976441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/116323028657976441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2006/11/silent-hill_11.html' title='Silent Hill'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-116233301053124013</id><published>2006-10-31T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T10:59:22.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Some guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; The finest of Hollywood's "D" List&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUPPIE GIRL DIVER&lt;br /&gt;Help!! We've been left behind in the ocean by an irresponsible diving crew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;NO. You're rushing the movie. First we must shoot twenty minutes of tedious "character development" and gratuitous nudity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They do.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now get in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUPPIE GIRL DIVER&lt;br /&gt;Help!! We've been left behind in the ocean by an irresponsible diving crew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUPPIE GUY DIVER&lt;br /&gt;You spend too much time at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUPPIE GIRL DIVER&lt;br /&gt;Can we discuss that later? We're being circled by sharks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHARKS&lt;br /&gt;Hoo hoo hah hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Time passes. The yuppie divers remain in the ocean. The sharks remain at bay.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUPPIE GUY DIVER&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you ever play that Six Degrees to Kevin Bacon game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUPPIE GIRL DIVER&lt;br /&gt;Don't you realize we're going to die out here??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The sharks go away. Then they come back. Then they go away. Then they come back.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUPPIE GIRL DIVER&lt;br /&gt;I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUPPIE GUY DIVER&lt;br /&gt;I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUPPIE GIRL DIVER&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUPPIE GUY DIVER&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(It's the next morning. The irresponsible diving crew has just discovered that they left two divers in the ocean.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRRESPONSIBLE DIVING CREW&lt;br /&gt;Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Meanwhile, sharks eat the two yuppie leads.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHARKS&lt;br /&gt;Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRITIC IN AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Wow. This movie was like &lt;em&gt;Blair Witch,&lt;/em&gt; only in water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;Thanks! Um...that's a compliment, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-116233301053124013?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/116233301053124013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=116233301053124013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/116233301053124013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/116233301053124013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2006/10/open-water.html' title='Open Water'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-116124198222696857</id><published>2006-10-19T02:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T11:12:19.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Wes Craven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Chick from "Mean Girls", Scarecrow, and William Stryker&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(At an airport lounge:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMOOTH BADGUY &lt;em&gt;(to Nice Hottie)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're hot. Let me buy you a drink. What's your favorite... cosmopolitan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE HOTTIE&lt;br /&gt;I don't drink pussy drinks. I'll have a Bay Breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Later, while boarding the plane:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE HOTTIE &lt;em&gt;(to Smooth Badguy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, we have seats right next to each other. What a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMOOTH BADGUY&lt;br /&gt;Is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE HOTTIE&lt;br /&gt;What else could it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMOOTH BADGUY&lt;br /&gt;It could be that I have manipulated the passenger log so that we would sit in the same row because I know you are the manager of an upscale Miami hotel which happens to house the Secretary of Homeland Security for the weekend, and I would require you to switch the Secretary's room to a suite overlooking the ocean, so my fellow mates fishing with a rocket launcher can blast his ass to kingdom come. Assuming that you may be a straight-arrow law-abider, I would coerce you to do same by threatening your father with bodily harm. I would have a badguy friend of mine secretly parked outside your Miami abode, who would commence acts of violence against dear old dad in the event you do not follow my instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE HOTTIE&lt;br /&gt;Well, yes, I guess it could be that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMOOTH BADGUY&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'm just joking. No, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Smooth Badguy persuades Nice Hottie to make the call to the hotel changing the room, but the airfone's service dies. Nice Hottie then tries to secretly and elaborately signal for help but is stopped at the last second by Smooth Badguy. Repeat four times.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMOOTH BADGUY&lt;br /&gt;You're quite a handful...although perhaps I asked for it by choosing to menacingly confront you on a commercial jet packed with a hundred people within a twenty foot radius instead of simply pulling you to a dark corner of the airport and demanding you make the call while still on the ground. This also would have allowed me to brandish a firearm to make my threat more intimidating. Additionally, then I wouldn't have to worry about the real possibility of the call's service being interrupted mid-flight, as has since plagued my present course of action. Oh well, hindsight is 20/20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Finally, airfone service returns and Nice Hottie makes the call. Shortly thereafter, the plane lands in Miami.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMOOTH BADGUY&lt;br /&gt;Good work, Nice Hottie. Now just behave yourself and everything will be fine. Once I receive word that the Secretary is dead, I will tell my badguy friend waiting outside your house to leave. Don't worry, he won't act to kill your father unless he first receives word from me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Nice Hottie stabs Smooth Badguy in the windpipe with a ballpoint pen.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMOOTH BADGUY &lt;em&gt;(wheezing)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should've left that last part out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(About this point, Smooth Badguy turns into Bumbling Badguy and is outsmarted, outmauevered and outskilled at every turn by Nice Hottie and also by a nine-year-old girl. There is a lot of physical comedy with Bumbling Badguy tripping over everything and everyone. Laughs are had. Nice Hottie escapes and calls the hotel to warn the Secretary, saving him in the nick of time. Next, Nice Hottie returns home and saves her father from Other Badguy in the nick of time.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE HOTTIE AND NICE HOTTIE'S DAD&lt;br /&gt;Hooray, we're safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUMBLING BADGUY &lt;em&gt;(shows up, donning an ascot)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE HOTTIE&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, dad. I'll handle this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Bumbling Badguy turns out to be the worst assassin on the planet as he gets his ass handed to him by Nice Hottie, who beats him up with every household object imaginable. Finally, he gets shot in the chest by Nice Hottie's Dad.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUMBLING BADGUY&lt;br /&gt;I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(dies)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WES CRAVEN&lt;br /&gt;See, I can direct suspense thrillers without relying on supernatural monsters! And running barely an hour at that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREDDIE KRUEGER &lt;em&gt;(to Wes Craven)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-116124198222696857?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/116124198222696857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=116124198222696857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/116124198222696857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/116124198222696857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2006/10/red-eye.html' title='Red Eye'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-115988716266645107</id><published>2006-10-03T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T17:43:28.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Robots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Chris Wedge and Carlos Saldanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring (the vocal "talents" of):&lt;/strong&gt; Ewan McGregor, Stanley Tucci, Diane West, Greg Kinnear, Halle Berry, Robin Williams, and *coughcough* Drew Carey&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STANLEY TUCCI ROBOT&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a dad! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;But you're a robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STANLEY TUCCI ROBOT&lt;br /&gt;That's right. That means I get to &lt;em&gt;build&lt;/em&gt; my son! Isn't that neat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(builds a baby robot)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get to watch him grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;But he's a robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STANLEY TUCCI ROBOT&lt;br /&gt;That's right, but I will buy him big boy robot parts and then teenager robot parts and then adult robot parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He does.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't you just buy adult robot parts from the beginning, you fool? Now you're broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STANLEY TUCCI ROBOT&lt;br /&gt;You're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWAN MCGREGOR ROBOT&lt;br /&gt;It's ok, Dad Robot. I'll go off to the big city and make money for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He goes to the big city to work as an inventor and meets Robin Williams Robot.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBIN WILLIAMS ROBOT&lt;br /&gt;This is great. In this film I get to use all the jokes I proposed in &lt;em&gt;Aladdin &lt;/em&gt;that were cut from the final script&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He tells the jokes. They are not funny.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;This very well might be Robin Williams' worst role ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER ACTOR ROBOTS&lt;br /&gt;Ewan McGregor Robot, we'll stand with you in your plot to bring down Greg Kinnear Robot's evil robot company and robot capitalism as a whole. First, however, let's do a five minute fart joke gag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;How did this get green-lit? Let's get our money back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(begin to leave the theater)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS WEDGE AND CARLOS SALDANHA&lt;br /&gt;Please...we need to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. &lt;em&gt;Ice Age&lt;/em&gt; was fun, but you really screwed this one up. You have Drew Carey in it, for Christ's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DREW CAREY ROBOT&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS WEDGE AND CARLOS SALDANHA &lt;em&gt;(to Drew Carey Robot)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALLE BERRY ROBOT&lt;br /&gt;Can &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; at least win an Oscar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS WEDGE AND CARLOS SALDANHA&lt;br /&gt;Depends. Are you willing to participate in an intense ten minute interracial robot sex scene?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALLE BERRY ROBOT&lt;br /&gt;With whom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS WEDGE AND CARLOS SALDANHA&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...we'll need a fat, middle-aged, white guy loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DREW CAREY ROBOT&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALLE BERRY ROBOT&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. I'd rather win the Razzie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-115988716266645107?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/115988716266645107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=115988716266645107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/115988716266645107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/115988716266645107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2006/10/robots.html' title='Robots'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-115942362062884110</id><published>2006-09-28T01:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T22:01:54.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Exorcist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Screwed-Up Kid, Her Mom, Father-Dee and Father-Dum&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(In an obscure and lengthy prologue, a young Father Merrin goes trotting through Iraq and finds the Devil or something.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Why is the Devil in Iraq?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TREY PARKER, MATT STONE AND SADDAM HUSSEIN&lt;br /&gt;Makes sense to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Several years later in Washington D.C....)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELLEN BURSTYN&lt;br /&gt;Regan, my darling daughter, kindly take care of yourself while I concentrate on my acting career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REGAN&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She does and promptly gets possessed by the Devil.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELLEN BURSTYN&lt;br /&gt;Regan, my dear, I'm a bit concerned with the way you've been cursing and pissing yourself lately. Also, yesterday when you spider-walked down the stairs and spat blood, I shat my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSSESSED REGAN&lt;br /&gt;Let Jesus fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELLEN BURSTYN&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh. I think I'll let my friend Burke have a look at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BURKE&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(dies)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELLEN BURSTYN&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...this may be a bit tougher than I thought. I'll call Father Karras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Father Karras shows up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FATHER KARRAS&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...this may be a bit tougher than I thought. I'll call Father Merrin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Father Merrin shows up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FATHER MERRIN&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...this may be a bit tougher than I thought. I'll call Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Jesus shows up. Possessed Regan begins puking green slime and masturbating with a crucifix.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESUS&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I'm &lt;em&gt;outta&lt;/em&gt; here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FATHER MERRIN &lt;em&gt;(to Possessed Regan)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSSESSED REGAN&lt;br /&gt;I go by many names, but you can call me Captain Howdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FATHER KARRAS&lt;br /&gt;Well, there goes any suspense we were trying to build.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FATHER MERRIN&lt;br /&gt;Wait a second...I remember you now! I saw you in Iraq. You're the Devil! My God...the Devil is here in Washington D.C.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGO CHAVEZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's what I've been trying to tell you people!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSSESSED REGAN&lt;br /&gt;Karras, your mother sucks cocks in hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FATHER KARRAS&lt;br /&gt;Really? Is she any good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSSESSED REGAN&lt;br /&gt;Uh....ok, you called my bluff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(There is a massive battle between the priests and the Devil. However, we have no idea what is happening or who is winning.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FATHER MERRIN AND FATHER KARRAS&lt;br /&gt;The power of Christ compels you! The power of Christ compels you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The power of Christ compels you! The power of Christ compels you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The power of Christ compels you! The power of Christ compels you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(pause)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of Christ compels you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The priests continue to repeat the same line until the Devil goes insane and takes off. Both priests die, but Regan is saved.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELLEN BURSTYN&lt;br /&gt;So the Devil only needed to be loved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REGAN&lt;br /&gt;What? That's not what happened at all. Haven't you been paying attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELLEN BURSTYN&lt;br /&gt;Not really. I've been concentrating on my third divorce. How'd that whole exorcism thing go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNER STUDIOS EXECS &lt;em&gt;(checking the box office gross)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very well, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Thirty-five years later...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVEN SPIELBERG&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've irreperably tarnished an H.G. Wells masterpiece, I'm ready for another half-assed remake of a classic. How about &lt;em&gt;The Exoricst? &lt;/em&gt;I'll cast Dakota Fanning as the lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The general public pukes green slime.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-115942362062884110?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/115942362062884110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=115942362062884110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/115942362062884110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/115942362062884110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2006/09/exorcist.html' title='The Exorcist'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-115867039794991980</id><published>2006-09-19T08:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T10:26:17.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ring Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Japanese Guy Who Directed the Original Original&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; MILF Reporter, Creepy Son Who No Longer Can Act, "Scary Little" Girl, Sissy Spacek, and Inconsequential People (Who Die)&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(After the events of the first film, MILF Reporter and her Creepy Son Who No Longer Can Act have moved from Seattle to Oregon.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILF REPORTER &lt;em&gt;(relieved)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like we escaped Scary Little Girl and her tape just in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Scary Little Girl and her tape show up in Oregon and kill some Inconsequential People, except now Scary Little Girl is neither scary nor little.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAOMI WATTS&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Why isn't she scary anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIDEO NAKATA'S TRANSLATOR&lt;br /&gt;Since filiming the Japanese original, Mr. Nakata has now learned of the art that you Americans call C.G.I. He is very happy with this C.G.I. and shall use it often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Hideo Nakata makes good on his promise. Also, instead of having genuinely scary scenes, "Scary Little" Girl now jumps up from behind people a la Michael Myers.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREEPY SON WHO NO LONGER CAN ACT&lt;br /&gt;Hello, mother. Can I make you some coffee before you head to work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILF REPORTER&lt;br /&gt;What's happened to you? You never used to treat me with respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREEPY SON WHO NO LONGER CAN ACT&lt;br /&gt;Can't you tell from my acting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILF REPORTER&lt;br /&gt;Not really. Unless you're trying to play a stoned Haley Joel Osment. Then you're doing a pretty good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIDEO NAKATA'S TRANSLATOR&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Nakata has just seen the classic film you Americans call "The Omen." He enjoyed very much the scene with the baboons attacking the demon child and mother in the car. It would please him to rip-of...er, &lt;em&gt;pay homage to&lt;/em&gt; the scene by shooting it for this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRODUCTION ASSISTANT&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure baboons run wild in Oregon. How about we use deer instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They go to film the scene. No deer show up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIDEO NAKATA'S TRANSLATOR&lt;br /&gt;What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRODUCTION ASSISTANT&lt;br /&gt;Sir, it appears the deer caught wind that this movie will flop and have migrated east to warn their other animal friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIDEO NAKATA'S TRANSLATOR&lt;br /&gt;In that case, we shall just use more of your American C.G.I. No one will be able to tell the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They film the scene. It looks terrible and everyone can tell the difference.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILF REPORTER&lt;br /&gt;My son is possessed by "Scary Little" Girl, I think...I can't really tell from his acting. I need to talk to someone who understands my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(A mental ward attendant leads MILF Reporter to a cell containing Sissy Spacek, who is busy cutting construction paper.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILF REPORTER&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's "Scary Little" Girl's mother! Maybe she can help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTENDANT&lt;br /&gt;No...that's really Sissy Spacek. This is where the studio's kept her ever since &lt;em&gt;Blast from the Past.&lt;/em&gt; Alicia Silverstone's in the next cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(MILF Reporter decides to "save" her son by drowning him in the bathtub.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDREA YATES &lt;em&gt;(to MILF Reporter)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be alright. Just tell them you're a loony-toon. Works wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Her son wakes up and is no longer possessed by "Scary Little" Girl.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILF REPORTER&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, my real son is back! Now maybe he can &lt;em&gt;act&lt;/em&gt; again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREEPY SON WHO STILL CAN'T ACT&lt;br /&gt;What-was-that-you-said-Rachel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIDEO NAKATA'S TRANSLATOR&lt;br /&gt;Enough plot/character development! More C.G.I.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They film the rest of the movie with C.G.I. Hideo Nakata views the finished product.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIDEO NAKATA'S TRANSLATOR&lt;br /&gt;Behold! A work of art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRODUCTION ASSISTANT 1 &lt;em&gt;(to Production Assistant 2)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should any of us tell him that we don't have any clue what actually happens in this movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRODUCTION ASSISTANT 2&lt;br /&gt;No need. I'm pretty sure he has no idea either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-115867039794991980?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/115867039794991980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=115867039794991980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/115867039794991980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/115867039794991980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2006/09/ring-two.html' title='The Ring Two'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-115821477854485281</id><published>2006-09-14T01:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T16:41:36.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Luc Besson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; A German playing a Frenchman and a Frenchman who may or may not also be a Spaniard playing an Italian&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENZO&lt;br /&gt;I am the greatest free-diver in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENZO'S KID BROTHER&lt;br /&gt;What about that dolphin-lovin' dude who always beat you when we were kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENZO&lt;br /&gt;Bring him to me and I shall defeat him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Jacques Mayol shows up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACQUES MAYOL&lt;br /&gt;Enzo, I have zero interest in competing against you. I'm very content with my current job of recovering sunken oil tanker machinery in the Arctic Sea for minimum wage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROSANNA ARQUETTE &lt;em&gt;(to Jacques Mayol)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACQUES MAYOL&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll do it. Let the free-diving contest begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINETY PERCENT OF THE AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is free-diving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Time passes as both men prepare for the World Free-Diving Championship. Jacques Mayol and Rosanna Arquette start a relationship.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROSANNA ARQUETTE&lt;br /&gt;You seem distant. There's someone else, isn't there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACQUES MAYOL&lt;br /&gt;If you must know...yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROSANNA ARQUETTE&lt;br /&gt;What does she have that I don't?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACQUES MAYOL&lt;br /&gt;Fins, for one. Also, she can breathe out of the top of her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROSANNA ARQUETTE&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me you've been having an affair with a dolphin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACQUES MAYOL&lt;br /&gt;Don't be ridiculous. Now onto a completely different topic, I'm going to take a swim.  Have you seen my waterproof condoms anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Jacques Mayol beats Enzo in the World Free-Diving Championship.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENZO&lt;br /&gt;I would rather kill myself than come in second place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He does.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACQUES MAYOL &lt;em&gt;(to Rosanna Arquette)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life sucks. Come with me to the pier so I can drown myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She does and he does.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS IN AMERICAN AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Booo! He's cute. We want him to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(American filmmakers change the ending so now, instead of drowning, Jacques Mayol swims off into the moonlight with his dolphin girlfriend.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE REAL JACQUES MAYOL &lt;em&gt;(watching)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS IN AMERICAN AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS IN AMERICAN AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-115821477854485281?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/115821477854485281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=115821477854485281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/115821477854485281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/115821477854485281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2006/09/big-blue.html' title='The Big Blue'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-115819289323183410</id><published>2006-09-13T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T22:30:18.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leviathan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Robocop, Brooke Shields Clone, Ghettobuster, Washed-Up TV Star and Voice of Kevin Arnold&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(An underwater mining team finds a slimy genetic mutation in a submerged Russian sub.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBOCOP &lt;em&gt;(calling the surface)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help! A slimy genetic mutation is attacking us! It just ate the guy who does the adult voice of that wuss from "The Wonder Years"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BROOKE SHIELDS CLONE &lt;em&gt;(over the radio)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd like to help, honest. But there's this really bad hurricane up here. Yeah, it sucks. Won't be able to send a rescue ship for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBOCOP&lt;br /&gt;Hurricane? But isn't it springtime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BROOKE SHIELDS CLONE&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go. *Click*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBOCOP &lt;em&gt;(to the others)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Compan...err Corporation has left us for dead. We'll have to fend for ourselves. The creature appears to be hiding in the dark areas of the ship. I'll take this flame thrower. You guys take these other weapons. Let's split up and find it. If we can't kill it, we'll have to abandon ship by way of the portable shuttle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASHED-UP TV STAR PLAYING THE DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a plan. For my part, I will turn on all of you and sabatoge our escape efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRUNGY MINER&lt;br /&gt;Hey, one of the monsters is inside me and about to burst out of my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GHETTOBUSTER&lt;br /&gt;Wait, does all of this remind anyone else of that famous sci-fi horror movie, also involving a group of miners, where...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, they're onto us. Better throw them off the scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The monster from &lt;/em&gt;The Thing&lt;em&gt; shows up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GHETTOBUSTER&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The monster eats everyone except Robocop and the hot girl, who escape to the surface.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BROOKE SHIELDS CLONE&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back. I knew you'd make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Robocop punches her in the face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE &lt;em&gt;(in the audience)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Take that, bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATIE HOLMES&lt;br /&gt;You know, that isn't Brooke Shields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-115819289323183410?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/115819289323183410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=115819289323183410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/115819289323183410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/115819289323183410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2006/09/leviathan.html' title='Leviathan'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-115795112684411983</id><published>2006-09-11T00:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T02:32:14.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>House of Wax</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Kim Bauer, Famous Slut, Dumbass Guys and Waxface&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUMBASS GUY NO. 1&lt;br /&gt;Hey let's drive across the country to see a nondescript football game for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER DUMBASSES&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMOUS SLUT&lt;br /&gt;Sounds hot. By the way, I'm pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They take two cars. It gets dark.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIM BAUER &lt;em&gt;(staring out the window)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They look out the window. In the other car, Famous Slut is giving a Dumbass No. 1 road head.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIM'S DEADBEAT BROTHER&lt;br /&gt;What, it's just Paris Hilton giving a blowjob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUMBASS WITH THE VIDEO CAMERA&lt;br /&gt;I have to get this on tape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIM'S DEADBEAT BROTHER&lt;br /&gt;Why? Don't you already have it saved on your hard drive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIM BAUER&lt;br /&gt;Look, there's a spooky campground where we can sleep for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They do. The next morning they are visited by the Redneck from &lt;/em&gt;Deliverance.&lt;em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REDNECK FROM &lt;em&gt;DELIVERANCE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy-do, youngens. Any'un care to join me for some roadkill stew? It'll be good eatin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIM'S PRETTY-BOY LOVER&lt;br /&gt;Um, no thanks, but can you give Kim and I a ride to town? Our car has mysteriously broken down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Redneck from &lt;/em&gt;Deliverance&lt;em&gt; does, during which time he constantly leers at Kim Bauer's breasts)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIM'S PRETTY-BOY LOVER&lt;br /&gt;Meh, I can't blame you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They arrive at town.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIM'S PRETTY-BOY LOVER&lt;br /&gt;Hey, look. There's a House of Wax. Let's go investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He does. And then Waxface turns him into a wax dummy.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIM BAUER&lt;br /&gt;Help help!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIM'S DEADBEAT BROTHER&lt;br /&gt;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIM BAUER&lt;br /&gt;Crazy twin brothers have turned all the people in town into wax figures!! Also, I think I just saw a cougar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Meanwhile, Waxface has killed the other Dumbasses. He chases Famous Slut into some industrial building by the campground that wasn't there the night before. Then he throws a steel beam through her head. Famous Slut dies a gruesome death.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE &lt;em&gt;(cheering in unison)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY IN AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;That's one pole she won't be dancing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Meanwhile, Kim's Deadbeat Brother shoots Waxface's Brother/Lover in the heart with a crossbow. Depressed, Waxface's Brother/Lover returns home.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAXFACE'S BROTHER/LOVER&lt;br /&gt;Hi, honey, I'm back. What a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Waxface, concerned, tries to take the arrow out of his brother's chest.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAXFACE'S BROTHER/LOVER&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother. It's only a flesh wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Meanwhile, Kim Bauer and her Deadbeat Brother set fire to the House (Made) of Wax, which is flammable for some reason. The crazy brothers die and the house turns into goo.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The next morning, Hillbilly Sheriff and his deputies show up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HILLBILLY SHERIFF&lt;br /&gt;So those two crazies turned everybody into a wax dummy, huh? Who'da thunk it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIM BAUER&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you ever bother to check on the dozens of people during the past thirty years who entered this town and never returned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HILLBILLY SHERIFF&lt;br /&gt;Nah, we let 'em be. Figured they were Unitarians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-115795112684411983?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/115795112684411983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=115795112684411983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/115795112684411983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/115795112684411983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2006/09/house-of-wax.html' title='House of Wax'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-115794935003633024</id><published>2006-09-11T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T22:33:39.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Michael Bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Underdog Hero, The "Good" Bond, Sympathetic Terrorists, Incompetant Marines and Incompetant Government Suits&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HOLLYWOOD PICTURES" CREW &lt;em&gt;(singing)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're off to make a Michael Bay film! A wonderfully long Michael Bay film! Because because because because...Jerry Bruckheimer told us to!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERRY BRUCKHEIMER&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if we've covered all the bases. Do we have woefully unqualified and underresourced heroes fighting against all practical odds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL BAY&lt;br /&gt;Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERRY BRUCKHEIMER&lt;br /&gt;A hot chick with no infulence over the plot whose only purpose is to look worried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL BAY&lt;br /&gt;Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERRY BRUCKHEIMER&lt;br /&gt;Incompetant government suits who make the wrong move at every turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL BAY&lt;br /&gt;Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERRY BRUCKHEIMER&lt;br /&gt;Creative deaths that defy plausibility?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL BAY&lt;br /&gt;We have one guy who chomps down on a nerve gas capsule. Also, Candyman gets launched off the island via missle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERRY BRUCKHEIMER&lt;br /&gt;Pointless destruction and lots of shit blowing up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL BAY&lt;br /&gt;Whoops, forgot that one. Hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(films a twenty minute car chase scene where Underdog Hero and Incompetant Suits pursue the escaped "Good" Bond, who causes millions of dollars in property damage and then abruptly changes his mind and gives himself up, thus rendering the scene moot)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL BIEHN&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll admit it. I haven't been in a good film since the the bastards at Fox prematurely killed me off in the &lt;em&gt;Alien&lt;/em&gt; franchise. Hopefully, I'll be in this movie long enough to jump start my career back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Michael Biehn dies after five minutes of screen time.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL BIEHN&lt;br /&gt;What the... &lt;em&gt;(profanity-laden tirade removed)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-115794935003633024?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/115794935003633024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=115794935003633024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/115794935003633024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/115794935003633024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2006/09/rock.html' title='The Rock'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-115224306740456546</id><published>2006-07-06T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:13:10.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Van Helsing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Steven Sommers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Van Helsing, Hot Goth Fighter Chick, Rockstar Dracula, Ralph Waldo Frankenstein, and Video Game Graphics&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Scene: The corner office of a Universal Studios suite, Hollywood circa 2002.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSAL EXEC 1&lt;br /&gt;I have this GREAT idea for a new monster movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSAL EXEC 2&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXEC 1&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Opening shot of Dr. Frankenstein working in his castle, night. He's trying to bring his Creature to life. Thunder, lightning, that sort of jazz. Then Dracula demands he use more power—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXEC 2&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I thought this was a Frankenstein movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXEC 1&lt;br /&gt;It is! Okay, so then Dracula sucks the doctor's blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXEC 2&lt;br /&gt;Wow, so Dr. Frankenstein becomes a vampire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXEC 1&lt;br /&gt;Huh? No. Alright. Flash forward a few months. Van Helsing, having just narrowly defeated Mr. Hyde—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXEC 2&lt;br /&gt;Mr. &lt;em&gt;Hyde?&lt;/em&gt; And where did this "Van Helsing" come from? Isn't he that old guy from the Dracula novel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXEC 1&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah, but we won't make him old. This can be like the beginning of his career, you know. And he won't have a pussy biblical name like Abraham. No way. His name's Gabriel. Anyway, back to the story. Van Helsing meets up with this goth fighter chick who's all broken up because the Wolfman just killed her brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXEC 2&lt;br /&gt;Is this the same movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXEC 1&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! But her brother's not really dead. See, he was bitten and now he's a warewolf too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXEC 2&lt;br /&gt;What's that, the twist ending?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXEC 1&lt;br /&gt;Ending? No way. We're only fifteen minutes into the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXEC 2&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, what happens for the rest of the movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXEC 1&lt;br /&gt;Three words, my friend: See Gee Eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXEC 2&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXEC 1&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXEC 2&lt;br /&gt;I have to be honest. Your idea lacks any concept of plot, character development or originality. It's just one more speck in the long line of tired, rehashed Hollywood schemes that favor style over substance. Let's go get it green-lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-115224306740456546?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/115224306740456546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=115224306740456546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/115224306740456546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/115224306740456546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2006/07/van-helsing.html' title='Van Helsing'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-115094716432830511</id><published>2006-06-21T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T03:30:15.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince of Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; John Carpenter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Loomis, Grad Students Who Can't Act, Alice Cooper, and the Devil*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Note: The Devil and Alice Cooper are played by separate actors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Loomis and Grad Students Who Can't Act are in Spooky Church.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOMIS&lt;br /&gt;Gather 'round, Grad Students Who Can't Act, and listen to me tale. Many moons ago the ancestors of my ancestors found the Devil, liquidated him, and trapped him in some glowing green ooze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAELANGELO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cowabunga!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOMIS&lt;br /&gt;No no no, this is &lt;em&gt;Evil&lt;/em&gt; Ooze. Behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(reveals the Evil Ooze)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAD STUDENTS WHO CAN'T ACT&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN CARPENTER&lt;br /&gt;Good God, maybe I should have hired more respectable actors instead of blowing my entire budget on special effects to make the ooze look radioactive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOMIS&lt;br /&gt;Hey, that hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN CARPENTER&lt;br /&gt;Quiet, you, or I won't let you appear in Halloween 4, 5 and 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOMIS&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Time passes. The Devil escapes from the Evil Ooze and begins possessing the grad students. Everyone begins having the same nightmare.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOMIS&lt;br /&gt;Hey, there are some genuinely freaky moments starting to build. We need some moronic and poorly-timed comic relief to break the tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MENTAL MIDGET GRAD STUDENT KNOWN AS WALTER&lt;br /&gt;You called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(More grad students become possessed and then die.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN CARPENTER&lt;br /&gt;This is becoming tedious. Let's get more shots of Alice Cooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST ASSISTANT DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;Sir, Alice Cooper isn't on the payroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN CARPENTER&lt;br /&gt;Then what's he doing outside amongst the hoard of extras playing homeless people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALICE COOPER&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm quite drunk and seem to have forgotten the way back to my hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN CARPENTER AND FIRST ASSISTANT DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;We're not worthy! We're not worthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(More time passes. The grad students figure out the way to stop the Devil is to break a mirror.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOMIS&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations. Now those of us who are still alive can go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAD STUDENT WITH THE PORNSTAR MUSTASCHE&lt;br /&gt;Wait! I don't think we really stopped the Devil for good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOMIS&lt;br /&gt;Son, I'm tired and my paycheck's arrived. Tell it to Alice Cooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-115094716432830511?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/115094716432830511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=115094716432830511' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/115094716432830511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/115094716432830511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2006/06/prince-of-darkness.html' title='Prince of Darkness'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-115051519948267004</id><published>2006-06-16T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T23:40:50.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Groundhog Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Egon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Bill Murray and Amy Grant Clone&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(It's Groundhog Day. Bill Murray is in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL MURRAY&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mean weatherman who hates everybody. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(goes to sleep)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD&lt;br /&gt;Not so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(It's Groundhog Day again.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL MURRAY&lt;br /&gt;Hey, this is weird. Oh well, I still hate everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(goes to sleep)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD&lt;br /&gt;No tomorrow for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(It's Groundhog Day again.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL MURRAY&lt;br /&gt;Now I hate everybody &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; I know a lot of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(goes to sleep)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(It's Groundhog Day again.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL MURRAY&lt;br /&gt;I love everyone, especially Amy Grant Clone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(goes to sleep)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(It's the day after Groundhog Day.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL MURRAY &lt;em&gt;(to God)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-115051519948267004?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/115051519948267004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=115051519948267004' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/115051519948267004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/115051519948267004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2006/06/groundhog-day.html' title='Groundhog Day'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-114874439559345909</id><published>2006-05-27T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T14:43:48.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Event Horizon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Paul Anderson (the bad one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Dr. Grant, Captain Cool, Random British Guys, Puny Punk, Chicks Who Aren't Hot, and LL Cool J Stand-In &lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Captain Cool and assorted crewmen are in a spaceship...sometime in the future!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPTAIN COOL&lt;br /&gt;We just received a distress call from a place far away where there should not be a distress call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM BRITISH GUY&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...sounds like "Alien."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUL ANDERSON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No. &lt;/em&gt;It doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. GRANT&lt;br /&gt;Hello, all. The distress call is actually coming from a spaceship I designed called the "Event Horizon"...oooh, spooky. It eerily vanished seven years ago and all the crew are presumed dead. Therefore, the distress call is most likely being sent by a ghost or something evil...so this should be fun! Because the ship has mysteriously reappeared all the way over in east bumblefuck, we'll need to use our hypersleep pods during our journey to recover it, exactly like in "Alien."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUL ANDERSON&lt;br /&gt;No, not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Some indiscriminate time later, the crew arrives in East Bumblefuck, which is adjacent to the planet Neptune. The Event Horizon is there. It looks crappy.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. GRANT&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should mention that inside that monstrosity I caged up a cute li'l black hole that doesn't follow the laws of physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPTAIN COOL&lt;br /&gt;All right. Let's investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They do. The ship, though, turns out to be EVIL and begins killing them.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL COOL J STAND-IN&lt;br /&gt;Hot damn! We're dying off one by one, just like in that movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUL ANDERSON&lt;br /&gt;NO, IT IS NOT JUST LIKE IN THAT MOVIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. GRANT&lt;br /&gt;Ha-ha-ho-hum! Now I'm crazy for some reason. Watch as I tear out my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(he does)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now who wants to go to Hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPTAIN COOL&lt;br /&gt;Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICK WHO ISN'T HOT BUT IS STILL ALIVE&lt;br /&gt;Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL COOL J STAND-IN&lt;br /&gt;Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUNY PUNK&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Everyone looks at him.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention, I've turned crazy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Crazy shit happens and there are BIG EXPLOSIONS. But some crew manage to escape. The credits begin to roll.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I'm confused. Did they go to Hell or not? And was it Hell in the religious sense or more of a philisoph-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Cue ABRUPT BLARING ROCK MUSIC, which drowns out the audience.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-114874439559345909?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/114874439559345909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=114874439559345909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/114874439559345909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/114874439559345909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2006/05/event-horizon.html' title='Event Horizon'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-114161769358401617</id><published>2006-03-05T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T23:06:41.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heathers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; A bunch of 20-somethings trying to act like high schoolers.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINONA RYDER&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I'm popular, but all my friends are bitches named Heather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEATHER WITH BAD 80s HAIR&lt;br /&gt;I'm hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEATHER WITH WORSE 80s HAIR&lt;br /&gt;I'm hotter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEATHER WHO SHOULD JUST SHAVE IT ALL OFF&lt;br /&gt;I'm the most hottest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTIAN SLATER PLAYING JACK NICHOLSON &lt;em&gt;(to Winona Ryder)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, babe, what's, going, on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINONA RYDER&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you're cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Christian Slater Playing Jack Nicholson takes out a gun and starts shooting at students.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINONA RYDER&lt;br /&gt;Wow, you're crazy. That turns me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They make out.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINONA RYDER&lt;br /&gt;I hate that Heather With the Worst 80s Hair bitch-friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTIAN SLATER PlAYING JACK NICHOLSON&lt;br /&gt;Let's trick her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They do. She dies.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINONA RYDER&lt;br /&gt;What happened?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTIAN SLATER PLAYING JACK NICHOLSON&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. Well, maybe it had something to do with this Drano I made her drink. Let's make it look like a suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They do. Now Heather is even more popular dead than alive.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINONA RYDER&lt;br /&gt;Look, suicide's become the new "in" thing to do. I wonder if it'll replace snap bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTIAN SLATER PLAYING JACK NICHOLSON&lt;br /&gt;Let's trick some jocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They do. Christian Slater Playing Jack Nicholson shoots them in the face.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINONA RYDER&lt;br /&gt;What happened?! I thought you were only using special stun bullets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTIAN SLATER PLAYING JACK NICHOLSON&lt;br /&gt;You're a fucking idiot. Wanna have sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINONA RYDER&lt;br /&gt;No, I hate you now almost I much as I hate the other Heathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTIAN SLATER PLAYING JACK NICHOLSON&lt;br /&gt;Let's kill them too. We'll make them all look like suicides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINONA RYDER&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTIAN SLATER PLAYING JACK NICHOLSON&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll just blow up the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He almost blows up the school, but Winona Ryder stops him or something, so he decides to blow up himself instead.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALF OF THE AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;What the hell's the moral of this trash?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER HALF OF THE AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Shut up. It speaks to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALF OF THE AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;And why does Winona Ryder always look like the bride of Satan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER HALF OF THE AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Stop exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(In her next two movies, Winona Ryder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; also looks like the bride of Satan.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER HALF OF THE AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least in these movies she starred opposite even bigger freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEETLEJUICE AND EDWARD SCISSORHANDS&lt;br /&gt;You just made two powerful enemies today, friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-114161769358401617?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/114161769358401617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=114161769358401617' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/114161769358401617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/114161769358401617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2006/03/heathers.html' title='Heathers'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-114101323567984381</id><published>2006-02-26T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T16:21:39.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Executive Decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kurt Russell, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steven Seagal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, Arab Terrorists, Multicultural Good Guys, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steven Seagal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (in case you missed it the first time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVEN SEAGAL&lt;br /&gt;Come on, commandos! Let's go get the terrorist nerve gas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The terrorist nerve gas is missing.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVEN SEAGAL&lt;br /&gt;D'oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Meanwhile, Middle-Eastern terrorists, with possession of the nerve gas, have hijacked a commercial airliner.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TED KENNEDY AND C.A.I.R.&lt;br /&gt;You can't make the terrorists Arabs! That's racist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSAMA BIN LADEN&lt;br /&gt;Please just shut the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(A multicultural taskforce of good guys, assembled to take out the terrorists mid-flight, has connected to the airliner via stealth fighter. All of the taskforce make it onto the plane except Steven Seagal. Suddenly, Kurt Russell remembers &lt;/em&gt;Passenger 57 &lt;em&gt;and realizes this movie likely will flop.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KURT RUSSELL &lt;em&gt;(calling down to Seagal)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our careers aren't going to make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVEN SEAGAL&lt;br /&gt;Yours will! You'll go on to star in &lt;em&gt;Miracle,&lt;/em&gt; whereas I'll be moving on to &lt;em&gt;Half Past Dead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(dies)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASIAN GOOD GUY&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, Steven Seagal was our leader good guy. Now we don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KURT RUSSELL&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your leader good guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HISPANIC GOOD GUY&lt;br /&gt;Haha, you don't know the first thing about being a leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KURT RUSSELL&lt;br /&gt;How about we kill the terrorists?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HISPANIC GOOD GUY&lt;br /&gt;I see now I misjudged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The multicultural taskforce does some zero-g manuevers and cuts some wires, but nothing really happens.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHITE GOOD GUY WHO'S NOT KURT RUSSELL&lt;br /&gt;Are we ready to storm the terrorists yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KURT RUSSELL&lt;br /&gt;No. We must wait until Oliver Fatt and Black Good Guy diffuse the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ten minutes go by. Oliver Fatt and Black Good Guy turn out to be horrible at diffusing bombs.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KURT RUSSELL&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now we can go in. But first I'm going to touch Halle Berry's ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(does)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The good guy taskforce storm the main cabin and take out all the hijackers, but the pilots die in the process. The passengers panic.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KURT RUSSELL&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry everyone, I'll land the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(does)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALLE BERRY&lt;br /&gt;My hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVEN SEAGALL &lt;em&gt;(shows up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HISPANIC GOOD GUY&lt;br /&gt;Um...you died like an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVEN SEAGALL&lt;br /&gt;But Steven Seagall can't die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLACK GOOD GUY&lt;br /&gt;You fell out of a plane in mid-flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVEN SEAGALL&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I grabbed a hold of the tail and rode my way to safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLACK GOOD GUY&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVEN SEAGALL&lt;br /&gt;Oh...oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(goes away)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-114101323567984381?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/114101323567984381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=114101323567984381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/114101323567984381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/114101323567984381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2006/02/executive-decision.html' title='Executive Decision'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-113928678374814081</id><published>2006-02-06T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:18:45.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Skulls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Rob Cohen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; It's a secret (but not a good one)&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COACH&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, gentlemen, to The Femurs: the secretest secret society in the known universe. Now to take attendance. Political Bigwig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENATOR GRISSOM&lt;br /&gt;Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COACH&lt;br /&gt;Manly Moron?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUL “LOOK MA, I’M ACTING” WALKER&lt;br /&gt;Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COACH&lt;br /&gt;Asshole Assistant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTOPHER MACDONALD&lt;br /&gt;Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COACH&lt;br /&gt;Washed-Up TV Idol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PACEY&lt;br /&gt;Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COACH&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was referring to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The candidates are put through several trials, each more demanding than the last, until they are finally inducted. There is a great banquet.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FEMURS &lt;em&gt;(singing)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who controls the British crown?&lt;br /&gt;Who keeps the metric system down?&lt;br /&gt;We do.&lt;br /&gt;We do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Abruptly, Pacey’s best black friend ends up dead.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PACEY&lt;br /&gt;Manly Moron, you were the one who killed my best black friend, weren’t you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUL “LOOK MA, I’M ACTING” WALKER&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t my fault! Tell him, Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COACH&lt;br /&gt;That colored boy had it coming. Now let’s all celebrate by smoking $300 cigars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Pacey digs deeper into the death and discovers that the real murderer was Coach.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COACH&lt;br /&gt;Pacey, your investigation has disgraced this society. As a consequence of your blatant insubordination and pursuant to our organization’s eighteenth century code of ethics, my son hereby challenges you to a duel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUL “LOOK MA, I’M ACTING” WALKER&lt;br /&gt;Oh, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(There is much disagreement amongst the socialites.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COACH&lt;br /&gt;See, it’s right here in our bylaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENATOR GRISSOM&lt;br /&gt;Yep, looks legal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They begin to pace off. Pacey throws his pistol to the ground. Instead of shooting him, Paul “Look Ma, I’m Acting” Walker &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;shoots Coach.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUL “LOOK MA, I’M ACTING” WALKER&lt;br /&gt;I shot you because I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENATOR GRISSOM&lt;br /&gt;Well, that wraps everything up. Time for me to return to Washington, where the notoriety of my deep involvement in this scandal is sure to whisk me to re-election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-113928678374814081?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/113928678374814081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=113928678374814081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113928678374814081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113928678374814081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2006/02/skulls.html' title='The Skulls'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-113919472004503106</id><published>2006-02-05T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T23:43:31.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vanishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; The same guy who directed the good version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring: &lt;/strong&gt;Jack Bauer (that's all you need to know)&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Jack Bauer and Sandra Bullock are stopped at a gas station.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK BAUER&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Sandra Bullock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANDRA BULLOCK&lt;br /&gt;And I love you, Jack Bauer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Five minutes later, Sandra Bullock has disappeared.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK BAUER&lt;br /&gt;Humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Three years later...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK BAUER&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Nancy Travis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NANCY TRAVIS&lt;br /&gt;No, you still love your missing girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK BAUER&lt;br /&gt;You're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Nancy Travis leaves. "Slow" Kidnapper shows up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOW KIDNAPPER&lt;br /&gt;He-llo, Jaack. I'm the uune who kidnaapped your gurlfriend many mooons ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Jack Bauer KICKS HIS ASS in true Jack Bauer form. Slow Kidnapper is beaten to a bloody pulp.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK BAUER&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you did with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOW KIDNAPPER&lt;br /&gt;Whaat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK BAUER&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT! We don't have any time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOW KIDNAPPER&lt;br /&gt;To... find... out... what... happened... to... Sandra... Bullock... you... have... to... go... through... exactly... what... she... went... through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK BAUER&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm going to star in a horrible sequel to "Speed", you're crazier than you look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOW KIDNAPPER&lt;br /&gt;Yess, that would be too cruel. Here, just drink dis coffee instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK BAUER&lt;br /&gt;Okay, but it better not be decaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(drinks)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(It is decaf, or drugged... Jack Bauer passes out. When he wakes up, he's buried underground in a coffin.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK BAUER &lt;em&gt;(calling)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't need to know anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(With the help of Nancy Travis, Jack Bauer breaks out of his casket and kicks Slow Kidnapper's ass again, this time killing him.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUTCH FILM SNOBS&lt;br /&gt;Huh?! This remake sucks! He's supposed to die in the coffin. They can't change the ending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK BAUER&lt;br /&gt;Of course I can, fucktards. I'm Jack Bauer. I can nuke your whole country if I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(kills Dutch Film Snobs)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He has passionate sex with Nancy Travis and then ditches her for a hotter girlfriend.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-113919472004503106?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/113919472004503106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=113919472004503106' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113919472004503106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113919472004503106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2006/02/vanishing.html' title='The Vanishing'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-113725599687710643</id><published>2006-01-14T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T23:44:38.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Career Opportunities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank Whaley as.....That Tool From School Who Thought He Was Cool&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Connelly as........................Girl Waaaay Outta His League&lt;br /&gt;John Candy as...........Role That Likely Took All Of 5 Minutes To Film&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGH SCHOOL TOOL WHO THINKS HE'S COOL&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hip. One day I'm gonna be the CEO of Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TARGET MANAGER&lt;br /&gt;You can start by mopping the floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGH SCHOOL TOOL WHO THINKS HE'S COOL&lt;br /&gt;That's ok. This is probably how Bill Gates began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL GATES &lt;em&gt;(watching)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fuckin' loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Target closes, but High School Tool spots an extremely hot shoplifter in a shirt two sizes too small.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGH SCHOOL TOOL WHO THINKS HE'S COOL&lt;br /&gt;We have a policy of prosecuting all shoplifters, but I'll let you off the hook if you show me your rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL WAY OUTTA HIS LEAGUE&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, this is the one movie where I don't take my clothes off. But to compromise, I'll have sex with this toy horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She does and it is hot.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUMBLING CROOKS FROM &lt;em&gt;HOME ALONE&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(show up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're notorious thieves. That's why we're robbing a Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGH SCHOOL TOOL WHO THINKS HE'S COOL &lt;em&gt;(to Girl Way Outta His League)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh! Let's run around and do stupid shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They do. Bumbling Crooks are outsmarted at every turn. Repeat.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGH SCHOOL TOOL WHO THINKS HE'S COOL&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(We reach the point in the movie where the editor apparently peaced out because the rest of the flick is as disjointed as a Mad Libs story.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL WAY OUTTA HIS LEAGUE &lt;em&gt;(to High School Tool)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all right, I have a &lt;em&gt;(noun)&lt;/em&gt; ___&lt;u&gt;hot body&lt;/u&gt;___. I'll destract the crooks by &lt;em&gt;(verb)&lt;/em&gt; ___&lt;u&gt;stripping&lt;/u&gt;___. Meanwhile, you just try to look &lt;em&gt;(description)&lt;/em&gt; __&lt;u&gt;like an assface&lt;/u&gt;__. I promise that come tomorrow we will be relaxing in &lt;em&gt;(location)&lt;/em&gt; __&lt;u&gt;Abu Gharib&lt;/u&gt;__, sipping cocktails while watching the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-113725599687710643?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/113725599687710643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=113725599687710643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113725599687710643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113725599687710643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2006/01/career-opportunities.html' title='Career Opportunities'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-113669665435938627</id><published>2006-01-07T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T06:44:08.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Exorcism of Emily Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Father Moore, Lawyer Who Lost Her Faith, Jack McCoy With A Mustache, Head Suit, Hot Possessed Chick, etc.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEAD SUIT&lt;br /&gt;You—Lawyer Who Lost Her Faith—we need you to defend Father Moore. He's an old quack priest who killed some chick during an exorcism. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(At the courthouse...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWYER WHO LOST HER FAITH&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Father, why don't you tell me what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FATHER MOORE&lt;br /&gt;I worked to dispell Satan and six other devils from Emily Rose's body, but he gripped her in the dark cloak of death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWYER WHO LOST HER FAITH&lt;br /&gt;I see... Now, are you familiar with the insanity defense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK MCCOY WITH A MUSTACHE &lt;em&gt;(shows up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, Father Moore. I'm from Law and Order S.T.F.U. Stoned Trippin' Fathers Unit. I understand you killed some freaky hot chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FATHER MOORE&lt;br /&gt;She was possessed by the devil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK MCCOY WITH A MUSTACHE&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, a cokehead priest...we've seen a lot of this lately. Father, you been doin' some of mother nature's baby power? You been sniffin' the good stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FATHER MOORE&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not the 80s and I'm not Lindsay Lohan, so NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK MCCOY WITH A MUSTACHE&lt;br /&gt;You're charged with second degree murder, but you've got a nice face and I've got a lunch engagement with one of my prostitutes, so I'm willing to drop the charges to reckless jaywalking, $18 fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FATHER MOORE&lt;br /&gt;NO DEALS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The trial begins. A third of the audience leaves the movie to see if they are in the right theatre. They do not return. Occasionally we see flashbacks featuring Emily Rose twisted into a pretzel.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY IN AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;A contortionist chick...that's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(We see a flashback of the exorcism. Father Moore, Emily's Dad, Emily's Boyfriend and Pussy Doctor are present.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FATHER MOORE&lt;br /&gt;Who is in you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMILY ROSE &lt;em&gt;(possessed)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cain! Nero! Hecuba! Judas! Carrottop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FATHER MOORE&lt;br /&gt;Dear Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUSSY DOCTOR &lt;em&gt;(to Boyfriend)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you possibly still be seeing her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOYFRIEND&lt;br /&gt;Look how many men she's let in her already. It's just a matter of time before I get lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The exorcism finishes, but nothing is different.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD&lt;br /&gt;Now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FATHER MOORE&lt;br /&gt;Hell if I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Mary, Mother of God shows up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FATHER MOORE&lt;br /&gt;Ah, now it all makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Mary does nothing and goes away.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FATHER MOORE&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Back at the trial. Closing arguments.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK MCCOY WITH A MUSTACHE&lt;br /&gt;And then Emily Rose died. Find Father Moore guilty of murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(sits)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWYER WHO LOST HER FAITH&lt;br /&gt;I was an atheist, but then freaky shit began happening in my apartment, so now I believe in God. Anyway, vote not guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Thirty seconds later.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JURORS&lt;br /&gt;We find the defendant guilty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUDGE &lt;em&gt;(sweating, to herself)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, I thought this movie wasn't supposed to take a stand one way or the other. Now Pat Robertson's gonna be on our ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JURORS&lt;br /&gt;...but we think he's nice and shouldn't go to jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUDGE&lt;br /&gt;Phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAT ROBERTSON&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-113669665435938627?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/113669665435938627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=113669665435938627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113669665435938627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113669665435938627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2006/01/exorcism-of-emily-rose.html' title='The Exorcism of Emily Rose'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-113634957412713513</id><published>2006-01-03T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T01:28:57.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lolita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Stanley Kubrick (a.k.a. "Scary Man with Crazy Beard")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Humbert (squared), Lolita, Slutty Landlady and Woody Allen&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMBERT (squared)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a divorced British professor of French literature who has traveled to small town America in order to teach at the local school. I need a place to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLUTTY LANDLADY&lt;br /&gt;I'll rent you my vagin...I mean, my spare room. By the way here's my precocious, sexually-curious teenage daughter, Lolita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMBERT (squared)&lt;br /&gt;Shaawing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLUTTY LANDLADY&lt;br /&gt;Wanna sleep with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMBERT (squared)&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Slutty Landlady finds out Humbert is a pedaphile lusting after her daughter. Five seconds later she is run over by a car.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMBERT (squared)&lt;br /&gt;Phew, that was convenient. Hey, Lolita! Let's go for a vacation without Mummy. By the way, don't look down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He and Lolita travel the country. Lolita is totally macking on him.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMBERT (squared)&lt;br /&gt;By the way, your mom is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLITA&lt;br /&gt;I hate you. No, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She does.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They stop at a hotel for the night. Humbert squared goes onto the porch for some air.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOODY ALLEN&lt;br /&gt;Oh Gawd! Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMBERT (squared)&lt;br /&gt;Um, hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOODY ALLEN&lt;br /&gt;You have a nice face. I wish I had a nice face. That's a pretty little girl with you. I like little girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMBERT (squared)&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think I'll go back inside now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOODY ALLEN&lt;br /&gt;Youhaveanicefacegoodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(We think Lolita and Humbert squared get it on, but we don't see anything. They continue to drive cross country. It becomes apparent that Lolita wears the pants in the relationship.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLITA&lt;br /&gt;Stop at the next gas station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMBERT (squared)&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLITA&lt;br /&gt;Cause I said so, bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Humbert squared goes inside to take a piss and sees Lolita mackin' it with some dude in a coupe, who then drives off.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMBERT (squared)&lt;br /&gt;Who was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLITA&lt;br /&gt;Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMBERT (squared)&lt;br /&gt;That guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLITA&lt;br /&gt;What guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMBERT (squared)&lt;br /&gt;The guy in that car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLITA&lt;br /&gt;What car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMBERT (squared)&lt;br /&gt;The car that just left this gas station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLITA&lt;br /&gt;What gas station?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMBERT (squared)&lt;br /&gt;Stop playing games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLITA&lt;br /&gt;Who's on first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMBERT (squared)&lt;br /&gt;Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLITA&lt;br /&gt;Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Their affair continues unfettered except now she acts like a bitch and he like a pussy all of the time instead of 90% of the time. Then Lolita gets "sick".)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLITA&lt;br /&gt;*Cough, Cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMBERT (squared)&lt;br /&gt;I'll call the ambulence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The next morning he goes to the hospital to have her released.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMBERT (squared)&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to pick up Lolita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NURSE&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Uncle Buck came to pick her up three hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMBERT (squared) &lt;em&gt;(turns into the Hulk and starts knocking over shit)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! BLAH!! BOOO!! BRAHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NURSE &lt;em&gt;(to an orderly)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call the police!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMBERT (squared)&lt;br /&gt;I'm cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(One year passes without a trace of Lolita. Then one day she sends him a letter and he goes to visit her.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLITA&lt;br /&gt;Hi. Dis is my baby daddy. We're hard up for some cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMBERT (squared)&lt;br /&gt;Come back with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLITA&lt;br /&gt;You stupid fucking prick. I was fucking around on your pathetic ass with a guy who makes a fortune directing movies and playing with little girls: Woody Allen. By the way, I always hated you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMBERT (squared)&lt;br /&gt;Here's five thousand dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLITA&lt;br /&gt;I love you! Visit anytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Humbert squared departs in tears and then kills Woody Allen.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMBERT (squared)&lt;br /&gt;That was for Lolita...&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; "What's Up, Tiger Lilly". That movie &lt;em&gt;sucked!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-113634957412713513?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/113634957412713513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=113634957412713513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113634957412713513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113634957412713513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2006/01/lolita.html' title='Lolita'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-113600610742858856</id><published>2005-12-31T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T23:03:25.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Sex-crazed teenage duds pursuing girls way out of their league&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASON BIGGS&lt;br /&gt;I'm horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALYSON HANNIGAN&lt;br /&gt;I'm horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS KLEIN&lt;br /&gt;I'm horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATASHA LYONNE&lt;br /&gt;I'm horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINCH&lt;br /&gt;I'm horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHANNON ELIZABETH&lt;br /&gt;I'm horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STIFLER&lt;br /&gt;I'm horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STIFLER'S MOM&lt;br /&gt;I'm horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPLE PIE&lt;br /&gt;I'm horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Most of the cast ends up screwing each other. The rest pitifully attempt to rationalize their lack of play.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE&lt;br /&gt;We're happy we all understand each other now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"USED" APPLE PIE&lt;br /&gt;Yet I can't help but feel a bit violated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-113600610742858856?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/113600610742858856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=113600610742858856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113600610742858856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113600610742858856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/12/american-pie.html' title='American Pie'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-113592864758616987</id><published>2005-12-30T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:11:47.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by: &lt;/strong&gt;Robert Redford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; A Jewish Ken Jennings, Ted Turner, Chuck Woolery, New England Lawyah, Swarmy TV Execs, Overshadowed Son, and Smart Dad&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TED TURNER&lt;br /&gt;How'd we do this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERN&lt;br /&gt;Everything's up, sir...except for Quiz Show, whose ratings have dropped faster than Janet Reno's testicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TED TURNER&lt;br /&gt;What?! Who's our reigning champion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERN&lt;br /&gt;A Jewish Ken Jennings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TED TURNER&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Christ... Call in Swarmy TV Execs, stat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWARMY TV EXEC ONE&lt;br /&gt;Jewish Ken, you know how we've given you the answers to the quiz show week after week and you've made like thousands of dollars? Well, now we need you to take a dive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEWISH KEN JENNINGS&lt;br /&gt;Forget it. The audience loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWARMY TV EXEC TWO&lt;br /&gt;Actually, they hate you. Besides, if you want a future in television, you'll take a dive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEWISH KEN JENNINGS&lt;br /&gt;All right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWARMY TV EXEC TWO&lt;br /&gt;Sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Jewish Ken Jennings takes a dive. Now Overshadowed Son is the champion.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWARMY TV EXEC ONE&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, Overshadowed Son! You obviously have an incredible intellect. Now, here are all the answers for next week's show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERSHADOWED SON&lt;br /&gt;What? I don't want the answers. I want to play fair and square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWAMY TV EXEC TWO&lt;br /&gt;C'mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERSHADOWED SON&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW ENGLAND LAWYAH&lt;br /&gt;The quiz show is rigged and I can prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWARMY TV EXECS&lt;br /&gt;*Yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW ENGLAND LAWYAH&lt;br /&gt;The quiz show is rigged and I can prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TED TURNER&lt;br /&gt;*Yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW ENGLAND LAWYAH&lt;br /&gt;The quiz show is rigged and I can prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEWISH KEN JENNINGS&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm the one who told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW ENGLAND LAWYAH&lt;br /&gt;The quiz show is rigged and I can prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERSHADOWED SON&lt;br /&gt;DEAR GOD—How did you find out??!! Uh...I mean, coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERSHADOWED SON&lt;br /&gt;The grand jury investigating the quiz show scandal wants me to testify. Should I do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TED TURNER&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW ENGLAND LAWYAH&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWARMY TV EXECS&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEWISH KEN JENNINGS&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUCK WOOLERY&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMART DAD&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERSHADOWED SON&lt;br /&gt;Really, Dad, you think I should?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMART DAD&lt;br /&gt;Of course. You have nothing to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERSHADOWED SON&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I've been systematically cheating from the very beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMART DAD&lt;br /&gt;Well, fuck you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Overshadowed Son testifies publicly about the quiz show scandal.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW ENGLAND LAWYAH&lt;br /&gt;Good. Now evehything is right again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERSHADOWED SON AND SWARMY TV EXECS&lt;br /&gt;Except we lost our jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMART DAD&lt;br /&gt;And I lost respect for my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEWISH KEN JENNINGS&lt;br /&gt;And I lost my annoying Jewish caricature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TED TURNER&lt;br /&gt;And I just got richer! Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute...this isn't a happy ending at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TED TURNER&lt;br /&gt;That's right. I hope you all realize the moral of this story: TV is evil. ...except for TBS and TNT—they're some good shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-113592864758616987?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/113592864758616987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=113592864758616987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113592864758616987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113592864758616987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/12/quiz-show.html' title='Quiz Show'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-113582453492499603</id><published>2005-12-28T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T02:00:11.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring: &lt;/strong&gt;Denise Richards and Neve Campbell as Hot 20-Something High School Sluts, Matt Dillon as Hot Teacher, Kevin Bacon as Officer Weiner, and Bill Murray as Bit Part He Had To Take Cause He Lost A Bet&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENISE RICHARDS&lt;br /&gt;Have sex with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT DILLON&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They do it.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENISE RICHARDS&lt;br /&gt;You raped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT DILLON&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVE CAMPBELL&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, uh, you raped me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFFICER KEVIN BACON&lt;br /&gt;You're in big trouble, pretty boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVE CAMPBELL&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I was lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFFICER KEVIN BACON&lt;br /&gt;Matt Dillon, you're a free man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(leaves)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT DILLON&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I was really "in on it" the whole time. We tricked everybody, girls, and now we're rich for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(There is a threesome scene between Matt Dillon, Denise Richards and Neve Campbell. It is HOT. Then it ends.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALE AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, projectionist? Something went wrong. It skipped the part where Neve Campbell takes her top off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROJECTIONIST&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Neve has a no-nudity clause in her contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Neve Campbell's stock immediately drops to post-1997 Alicia Silverstone levels.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFFICER KEVIN BACON&lt;br /&gt;Hey, y'all want more nudity? Here's my wang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Kevin Bacon's stock climbs dramatically amongst Manhattan Drag Queens.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFFICER KEVIN BACON&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I was also "in on it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Every other character turns out to have been "in on it" too. Then everyone except Neve Campbell dies.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVE CAMPBELL&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'd have better success in my career if I stay a blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALICIA SILVERSTONE&lt;br /&gt;Hah...right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-113582453492499603?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/113582453492499603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=113582453492499603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113582453492499603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113582453492499603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/12/wild-things.html' title='Wild Things'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-113569663756177921</id><published>2005-12-27T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T23:10:22.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alien</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Ridley Scott&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Scene: The Nostromo spacecraft. A distress call wakes the crew from their hypersleep.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DALLAS&lt;br /&gt;Hey, everybody. Looks like someone's in trouble on Spooky Planet. Let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRETT&lt;br /&gt;How the hell are we gonna help? We're a bunch of space miners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASH&lt;br /&gt;I think it's very important that we land on Spooky Planet. &lt;em&gt;VERY&lt;/em&gt; important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRETT&lt;br /&gt;Well, that convinced me. Let's go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They land on Spooky Planet. Kane leaves the ship to investigate and returns with a mutated starfish attached to his face. Ripley lies Kane down in the medical ward while the Nostromo takes off again.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIPLEY&lt;br /&gt;Let's cut this thing off him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DALLAS&lt;br /&gt;Can't. It bleeds acid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARKER&lt;br /&gt;Let's dump some baking soda on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAMBERT&lt;br /&gt;What good will that do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARKER&lt;br /&gt;Might look cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The crew becomes bored and leaves Kane alone. Later, Ripley wonders by the ward.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIPLEY&lt;br /&gt;Hey, look at Kane. That thing's gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KANE &lt;em&gt;(wakes up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, nothing like frenching a mutant starfish for three hours to give a guy an appetite. What's for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They all sit down to a heaping portion of spaghetti.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRETT&lt;br /&gt;Great to have you back, Kane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Suddenly, an alien bursts out of Kane's stomach and dashes out of the room.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DALLAS&lt;br /&gt;This tastes bland as shit. Pass the tabasco sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIPLEY&lt;br /&gt;Dallas, Kane's stomach just exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DALLAS&lt;br /&gt;Really? In that case, forget the tabasco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The alien has killed Brett.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DALLAS&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...this thing might be dangerous. Let me crawl into the &lt;em&gt;Super Scary Claustrophobic Air Ducts&lt;/em&gt; and see if I can get a better look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He does and dies.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIPLEY&lt;br /&gt;Let's kill the alien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASH&lt;br /&gt;No, let's befriend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIPLEY&lt;br /&gt;Ash...you appear to be bleeding milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ash goes crazy and attacks Ripley, but Parker kicks his ass. Turns out Ash was an android all along sent to kidnap the alien.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASH&lt;br /&gt;And I would've gotten away with it too, if it hadn't been for you nosy kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Parker blowtorches him.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAMBERT&lt;br /&gt;Now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIPLEY&lt;br /&gt;I think we should blow up the ship and ditch in the &lt;em&gt;Super Cramped Experimental Escape Shuttle&lt;/em&gt;. I'll go get the ship's cat. You two go down the &lt;em&gt;Super Scary Pitch Black Passageway&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They do and are killed by the alien.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIPLEY&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Oh well, it's for the best. We only have two hypersleep pods anyway, and one's reserved for the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ripley jettisons the ship in the escape shuttle. The Nostromo blows up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIPLEY&lt;br /&gt;I just exploded an eighty trillion dollar spacecraft in order to kill some two-bit alien. God, life is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The alien shows up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIPLEY&lt;br /&gt;Oh, eff this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(begins undressing in order to put on her space suit)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALIEN &lt;em&gt;(drooling)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're such a tease. Do I make you horny, baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIPLEY&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALIEN&lt;br /&gt;Just setting up the sexual tension between us, so it will make sense when we "do it" in the sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIDLEY SCOTT&lt;br /&gt;You're joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEAN-PIERRE JEUNET&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIDLEY SCOTT&lt;br /&gt;See ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(takes off and never looks back)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-113569663756177921?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/113569663756177921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=113569663756177921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113569663756177921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113569663756177921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/12/alien.html' title='Alien'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-113567390345393328</id><published>2005-12-27T03:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T02:47:28.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Passenger 57</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Wesley Snipes, British terrorists and country yokels&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Scene: Warner Bros. Executive Headquarters. April, 1991.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNER BROS. EXECUTIVE ONE&lt;br /&gt;All right, people. This company is in dire need of a blockbuster action flick. Think "Die Hard", but bigger and more outrageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNER BROS. EXECUTIVE TWO&lt;br /&gt;How about a "Die Hard" clone set in the air? You know, we can have terrorists take over an airplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNER BROS. EXECUTIVE ONE&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant! And with an original twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNER BROS. LACKEY&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to interrupt...but didn't a sequel to "Die Hard" about terrorists taking over airplanes come out like last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNER BROS. EXECUTIVE ONE&lt;br /&gt;Get the fuck out of my office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Warner Bros. Lackey is escorted from the building.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNER BROS. EXECUTIVE ONE&lt;br /&gt;Now, where were we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNER BROS. EXECUTIVE TWO&lt;br /&gt;The film should be realistic. For instance, we'll have the terrorists be Brits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNER BROS. EXEC THREE&lt;br /&gt;Why would Brits hijack an American airliner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNER BROS. EXEC TWO&lt;br /&gt;They could still be pissed off about losing the Revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNER BROS. EXECUTIVE ONE&lt;br /&gt;Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNER BROS. EXECUTIVE THREE&lt;br /&gt;But a full-length film taking place solely on an airplane might get a bit tedious, especially if we're not planning to add details like plot and character development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNER BROS. EXECUTIVE ONE&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...this may be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNER BROS. EXECUTIVE TWO&lt;br /&gt;I got it! We'll have the plane land for a few minutes so the terrorists can hop over to a nearby amusement park for some carnival antics before they take off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNER BROS. EXECUTIVE FOUR&lt;br /&gt;That'll help the movie relate to the average viewer. Flight holdovers are common to Joe 6-pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNER BROS. EXECUTIVE ONE&lt;br /&gt;Who should the hero be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNER BROS. EXECUTIVE TWO&lt;br /&gt;How about a ruthless city cop with a grudge against international terrorists?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNER BROS. EXECUTIVE ONE&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, sounds like John McClane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNER BROS. EXECUTIVE TWO&lt;br /&gt;But...we'll make him &lt;em&gt;black&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNER BROS. EXECUTIVE ONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNER BROS. EXECUTIVE THREE&lt;br /&gt;We can get Wesley Snipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNER BROS. EXECUTIVE TWO&lt;br /&gt;And we can throw in a gag where he's mistaken for Arsenio Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNER BROS. EXECUTIVE FOUR&lt;br /&gt;Does Wesley Snipes look like Arsenio Hall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNER BROS. EXECUTIVE TWO&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. But they're both &lt;em&gt;black!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They make the movie.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNER BROS. EXECUTIVE ONE&lt;br /&gt;Well, that flopped. What the hell went wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNER BROS. EXECUTIVE TWO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We broke the cardinal rule of filmmaking. Too much exposition; not enough black jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-113567390345393328?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/113567390345393328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=113567390345393328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113567390345393328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113567390345393328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/12/passenger-57.html' title='Passenger 57'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-113310653002238327</id><published>2005-11-27T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T10:52:44.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kazaam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; (deleted out of sympathy for the director)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Shaq...do you even need to know the rest?&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Lost Moviegoer wonders into the theatre.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOST MOVIEGOER&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, is this the screen for &lt;em&gt;Jerry Maguire?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIMPLY-FACED USHER&lt;br /&gt;No, this is the screen for &lt;em&gt;Kazaam,&lt;/em&gt; the film starring L.A. Lakers' center Shaquille O'Neill as a wish-granting genie in a magical lamp who befriends a young city boy and—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Lost Moviegoer leaves the theatre.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-113310653002238327?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/113310653002238327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=113310653002238327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113310653002238327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113310653002238327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/11/kazaam.html' title='Kazaam'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-113307241044983248</id><published>2005-11-27T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T23:12:09.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortal Kombat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Everybody from the first game and like 2 or 3 from the second.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTOPHER LAMBERT &lt;em&gt;(to Johnny Cage, Sonya and Liu Kang)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the god of thunder and lightening. I have brought you all to this island to fight in a tournament between worlds called mortal kombat. It's mortal men and women fighting for the fate of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIU KANG&lt;br /&gt;If it's just mortal men and women, then why are we fighting some beast with four arms and another dude who as far as I can gather is a shapeshifting sorcerer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTOPHER LAMBERT&lt;br /&gt;There can be only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONYA&lt;br /&gt;What does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTOPHER LAMBERT&lt;br /&gt;Oops, wrong flick. What I meant is, the balance of the realms hinges on your victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHNNY CAGE&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel you have no idea what you're talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTOPHER LAMBERT&lt;br /&gt;Look pal, this is a movie based on a video game. You're lucky we're even attempting a plot. It was either this or I zap electricity from my fingers for 90 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Liu Kang, Sonya and Johnny Cage fight the "mortal" combatants. The mysterious Princess Kitana is watching.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHANG TSUNG &lt;em&gt;(to Goro)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Princess Kitana is up to no good. Keep her far away from all the combatants, especially that Liu Kang guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GORO&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(schedules Princess Kitana as Liu Kang's next opponent)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Princess Kitana helps Liu Kang win all his fights.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIU KANG&lt;br /&gt;Now I will fight Shang Tsung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRINCESS KITANA&lt;br /&gt;Wait! First let me tell you how to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHNNY CAGE&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to fight that four-armed freak. Any advice for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRINCESS KITANA&lt;br /&gt;No. Fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Liu Kang faces off against Shang Tsung.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIU KANG&lt;br /&gt;Down, Down, Back, Down, High Kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Shang Tsung dies. The ghosts of all the people he killed escape. Liu Kang has a heart to heart with his dead brother.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTOPHER LAMBERT&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, mortals. Shang Tsung is dead and the evil emperor has been disgraced. Your victory has ensured the prosperity of the earth realm. The stars are now aligned for the path of the new chosen one...ah fuck this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(goes back to filming another&lt;/em&gt; Highlander &lt;em&gt;sequel)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-113307241044983248?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/113307241044983248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=113307241044983248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113307241044983248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113307241044983248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/11/mortal-kombat.html' title='Mortal Kombat'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-113229394579761295</id><published>2005-11-18T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T22:42:30.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Die Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Bruce Willis, Alan Rickman, Principal Vernon, Carl Winslow and Steve Urkel&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(McClane has arrived at LAX. He goes up to Cool Black Guy, who is holding a sign with his name.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCLANE&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pissed off cop from New York. I hate everyone on the west coast. I'm only here because I'm trying to score with my estranged wife. Get all that? Okay, now drive me to this Japanese brothel/office building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL BLACK GUY&lt;br /&gt;Fo'shizzle da nizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(McClane arrives at the skyscraper. He ascends to the 60th floor, where there'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;s a large party going on. In the background many Japanese men screw many prostitues.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. McCLANE &lt;em&gt;(shows up with Slick Prick)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCLANE&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLICK PRICK&lt;br /&gt;Hey goober, wanna do a line of coke with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCLANE&lt;br /&gt;That's so '80s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLICK PRICK&lt;br /&gt;Touche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Meanwhile, several German terrorists, Genghis Kahn and Steve Urkel have infiltrated the building. They hold all the party guests hostage. McClane is in the whizzer.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEAD TERRORIST ALAN RICKMAN&lt;br /&gt;Everyone remain calm. We are only here to conduct an unnecessarily elaborate and expensive burglary. If you do as we say, you will be unharmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(to Random Terrorist)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, have you peppered the entire building with C4 yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM TERRORIST&lt;br /&gt;Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Meanwhile, McClane has killed a terrorist and is trying to radio the police.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCLANE &lt;em&gt;(over the radio)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help, you idiots! We're being held hostage! Send police to rescue us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(In the parking lot, the police arrive to rescue them.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCLANE&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing, you morons?! Don't try to rescue us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(to himself)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a distraction to clear the fuzz out of the way. I know! I'll drop some C4 I found down this elevator shaft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCLANE'S BRAIN&lt;br /&gt;Uh, hold on a moment... Are you sure it's a good idea to blow up the base of the skyscraper you're presently inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCLANE&lt;br /&gt;Yippee-ki-yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He drops the explosives down the elevator shaft and there is a HUMUNGOUS EXPLOSION, but fortunately the structure of the building remains completely intact.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWS OF PHYSICS &lt;em&gt;(show up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, we were in the can. What'd we miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Meanwhile, Officer Carl Winslow is performing the heroic duty of listening to the police radio while sitting on his ass.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARL WINSLOW &lt;em&gt;(to McClane over the radio)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...when I was twenty-four, I shot a kid during a raid. Oh God, it was horrible! I'll never get over that day as long as I live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAN RICKMAN &lt;em&gt;(over the radio)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you please shut the fuck up? I thought we agreed to limit our broadcast time on this channel to five minutes each. It's crowded enough as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANS AND FRANS &lt;em&gt;(over the radio)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you talking to us, boss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAN RICKMAN &lt;em&gt;(over the radio)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRINCIPAL VERNON &lt;em&gt;(over the radio)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCLANE &lt;em&gt;(over the radio)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Meanwhile, Slick Prick gets killed, but Reporter Prick shows up to take his place. McClane kills all the terrorists except Alan Rickman. Then he kills Alan Rickman. Then the building BLOWS UP. But McClane and the hostages are SAFE. Then a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; terrorist COMES BACK TO LIFE, but Carl Winslow SHOOTS him.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARL WINSLOW&lt;br /&gt;Hey, now I can kill people without any lingering feelings of sympathy or remorse...I'm cured!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-113229394579761295?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/113229394579761295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=113229394579761295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113229394579761295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113229394579761295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/11/die-hard.html' title='Die Hard'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-113098295442666722</id><published>2005-11-02T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T23:31:52.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed 2: Cruise Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Jan De Bont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Sandra Bullock, Willem Dafoe, and Lame White Pretty Boy&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sandra Bullock is standing in front of a cruise ship.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANDRA BULLOCK&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, I'm about to start a long, romantic, tropical cruise with Keanu Reeves. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAME WHITE PRETTY BOY&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANDRA BULLOCK&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell are you? Where's Keanu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAME WHITE PRETTY BOY&lt;br /&gt;He abandoned ship. How about the two of us set sail instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANDRA BULLOCK&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...what's your cabin like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAME WHITE PRETTY BOY&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you something, lady. It's not the size of your cabin that counts; it's the motion in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANDRA BULLOCK&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I've heard that one before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sandra Bullock and Lame White Pretty Boy board the ship. The vacation goes well until Willem Dafoe appears.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLEM DAFOE&lt;br /&gt;Hoo-hoo-haa-haa!! I'm crazy, get it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Willem DaFoe takes over the ship and most likely steers it in a different direction. Of course, since we're in the middle of the ocean surrounded by water as far as the eye can see, we neither notice nor care.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PANICKED PASSENGERS&lt;br /&gt;We're going fast! We're out of control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE &lt;em&gt;(snoring)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzzzzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The shore comes into view. The ship is about to careen into a resort town.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAME WHITE PRETTY BOY&lt;br /&gt;Quick, drop an anchor or something to stop us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAN DE BONT&lt;br /&gt;Forget it, the crash scene stays in. We blew our entire budget on it. Why do you think we've been feeding y'all hot pockets for the past six weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The ship impacts the dock. Because the ship appears to be moving as slow as molasses to the untrained eye of an audience member, Extremely Annoying Scottish Crewman cries out the present speed every five seconds.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXTREMELY ANNOYING SCOTTISH CREWMAN&lt;br /&gt;Four knots!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONE DUMBASS IN AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit! Four knots!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Finally, the ship stalls.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE MEMBERS STILL AWAKE&lt;br /&gt;Thank God...it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLEM DAFOE&lt;br /&gt;Not so fast, I'm still alive. And I'm still CRAZY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(goes on a joyride on his waverunner)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, here's where the SPEED part of the movie comes into play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(blows up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Everyone associated with the movie is called into 20th Century Fox's boardroom.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUMP&lt;br /&gt;Okay, who was responsible for this debacle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAN DE BONT&lt;br /&gt;I was the project manager, sir, so I should take the blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUMP&lt;br /&gt;I like your honesty, you can stay. But Lame White Pretty Boy, you got a shot at the big time and you blew it. Opportunity doesn't knock twice, kid, so when it does, you don't walk to answer, you run. But in your case, you were asleep at the helm. Some folks are not cut out for Hollywood, and you're one of them. YOU'RE FIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Dejected, Lame White Pretty Boy goes on to make even worse films.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-113098295442666722?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/113098295442666722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=113098295442666722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113098295442666722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113098295442666722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/11/speed-2-cruise-control.html' title='Speed 2: Cruise Control'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-113081172911290827</id><published>2005-10-31T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T21:40:29.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnolia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; P. T. Anderson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Pretentious actors playing dull characters&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The film begins with a cool narrative about urban legends. The audience is entranced. Suddenly, an episode of COPS begins and John C. Reilly's ugly mug fills the screen.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLACK LADY &lt;em&gt;(to John C. Reilly)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(A dead guy falls out of her closet.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE &lt;em&gt;(appears)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All females should suck my massive cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASON ROBARDS&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE&lt;br /&gt;Good. You can suck my cock too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM H. MACY&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a quiz-show champ. Now I'm gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULIANNE MOORE &lt;em&gt;(to a pharmacist)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAINSTREAM AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;We're getting a bit nervous here...two hours have passed and we don't know what the hell is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The cast sings a song. Some smart kid pisses his pants. Then it begins to rain frogs.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROGS&lt;br /&gt;Rib-&lt;em&gt;splat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Jason Robards dies and Tom Cruise cries. We don't care. The three hour mark is reached.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER CAST MEMBERS &lt;em&gt;(to anyone)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Some characters are now less miserable than they were at the start of the film. The audience, however, is more miserable.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAINSTREAM AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;That sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. T. ANDERSON GROUPIES&lt;br /&gt;You're uncultured and don't appreciate real art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAINSTREAM AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Fine, then sum up what this movie was about in one sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Silence.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROG&lt;br /&gt;Rib-it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-113081172911290827?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/113081172911290827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=113081172911290827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113081172911290827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113081172911290827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/10/magnolia.html' title='Magnolia'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-113037716124875336</id><published>2005-10-26T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T17:57:12.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Sam Mendes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Kevin Spacey as Depressed Husband, Annette Benning as Depressed Wife, and Others as Depressed Supporting Cast&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN SPACEY&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lonely suburbanite having a midlife crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNETTE BENNING&lt;br /&gt;Me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN SPACEY&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but we can't relate with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNETTE BENNING&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THORA BIRCH&lt;br /&gt;I'm their depressed daughter. I also have big boobs, see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(shows us)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT SKANK&lt;br /&gt;I'm the school slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUTURE CHILD MOLESTOR&lt;br /&gt;I videotape young girls undressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUTURE CHILD MOLESTER'S NAZI FATHER&lt;br /&gt;I'm the creepy kid's father. I hate gays/Jews/blacks—that about covers it. Heil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PETER GALLAGHER&lt;br /&gt;I'm some guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL CHARACTERS&lt;br /&gt;Watch us all interact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They do. It is touching.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT SKANK&lt;br /&gt;Turns out I'm really a virgin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THORA BIRCH &amp; FUTURE CHILD MOLESTER&lt;br /&gt;Turns out we're in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNETTE BENNING&lt;br /&gt;Turns out I'm a basketcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUTURE CHILD MOLESTER'S NAZI FATHER&lt;br /&gt;Turns out I'm a closet queer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN SPACEY&lt;br /&gt;Turns out I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PETER GALLAGHER&lt;br /&gt;Turns out I'm still some guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Six months later.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN SPACEY, SAM MENDES &amp;amp; ALAN BALL&lt;br /&gt;Turns out we're Oscar winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNETTE BENNING&lt;br /&gt;Turns out I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-113037716124875336?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/113037716124875336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=113037716124875336' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113037716124875336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/113037716124875336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/10/american-beauty.html' title='American Beauty'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-112939960820909166</id><published>2005-10-15T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T21:10:30.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Sematary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Stupid Doctor, Ugly Wife, Herman Munster, and Winston Churchill as the Evil Cat&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUIS CREED&lt;br /&gt;I'm a successful doctor with new house and a loving family. My life is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The family cat, Winston Churchill, ventures into the road and gets run over by an 18-wheeler.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUIS CREED&lt;br /&gt;Damn that brazen cat. We shoulda named him Neville Chamberlain; then he would have spent his afternoons cowering behind the dresser. Now I'll have to tell my daughter that her favorite family member is dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERMAN MUNSTER&lt;br /&gt;Not so fast. You seem like a nice enough guy. Let me give you the down lo'...there's a special Indian burial ground by a pet cemetary where the dead come back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They both bury "Church" in the burial ground, who subsequently comes back to life.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERMAN MUNSTER&lt;br /&gt;By the way, that burial ground is cursed. Everything it brings back is evil. So never bury anything in that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUIS CREED&lt;br /&gt;Umm...thanks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The days pass. Everything seems back to normal, except the cat is EVIL. Then Louis's son wonders into the street and it struck by an 18-wheeler.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUIS CREED&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I'm a terrible father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUIS'S WIFE&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, Louis, I forgive you. Remember my freaky bedridden sister Zelda? I killed that bitch good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUIS CREED&lt;br /&gt;And how!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Time passes.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUIS CREED&lt;br /&gt;I'm depressed. If only there was a way to make everything normal again... Herman Munster and the ghost of that guy who got his head split open are telling me not to use the pet cemetary, but how bad could it be? I mean, the cat's the same, except he smells like ass and is EVIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He buries his son in the pet cemetary. His son comes back to life, is EVIL and starts killing everyone, including his wife.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUIS CREED&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I admit in hindsight, that was probably not the best move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(injects his evil son with poison, killing him...again)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, that's better. Now if only there were a way to bring my wife back to life... Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He buries his wife in the pet cemetary. She becomes EVIL and kills him.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;And we're supposed to believe this guy passed med school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-112939960820909166?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/112939960820909166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=112939960820909166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112939960820909166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112939960820909166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/10/pet-sematary_15.html' title='Pet Sematary'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-112934451696508964</id><published>2005-10-14T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T01:51:14.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sixth Sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; M. Night Sha-na-na&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring: &lt;/strong&gt;Dr. Bruce Willis, Sad Yet Cute Kid, artsy cinematography, ghosts, and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE COLOR RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sad Yet Cute Kid is Dr. Bruce's patient.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. BRUCE&lt;br /&gt;Now, Cole, I want you to know that I'm here to help, not to judge you. You should feel free to tell me your troubles uninhibited, and I will listen with an open mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD YET CUTE KID&lt;br /&gt;I see dead people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. BRUCE&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, you're a fuckin' fruit loop! Good luck with all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(reconsiders)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the other hand, since you seem to be the only person in the past five months who's given me the time of day, I guess I'll stick around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sad Yet Cute Kid begins telling Dr. Bruce his troubles.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD YET CUTE KID&lt;br /&gt;...and last night I was visited by the ghost of that girl from "The O.C." She was in a nightgown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. BRUCE&lt;br /&gt;Hot damn. That's my kind of fantasy. Sha-&lt;em&gt;wing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD YET CUTE KID&lt;br /&gt;She was twelve years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. BRUCE&lt;br /&gt;You're one sick mofo, Cole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Dr. Bruce and Sad Yet Cute Kid board the Mystery Machine and drive around town solving all the spooky mysteries. We see &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED, RED, RED, RED, RED,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;. Now the Sad Yet Cute Kid is not as sad.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. BRUCE&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I discovered a new field...ghost psychology. I just doubled my patient-base. Now I'll go home to my peculiarly distant wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD YET CUTE KID&lt;br /&gt;There's something I've been meaning to tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. BRUCE&lt;br /&gt;No need to thank me, Cole. All in a day's work. Say hi to your mom for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD YET CUTE KID&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was refering to the fact that you're dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. BRUCE&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD YET CUTE KID&lt;br /&gt;My mom doesn't know who you are, much less that I've been coming to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. BRUCE&lt;br /&gt;Well, that explains why you've been paying me in Monopoly money. And also why there's this big, gaping bullet hole in my chest. But...why did you wait ten months to fill me in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD YET CUTE KID&lt;br /&gt;Meh, the subject never came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. NIGHT SHAMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED! RED! RED! RED! RED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-112934451696508964?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/112934451696508964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=112934451696508964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112934451696508964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112934451696508964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/10/sixth-sense.html' title='The Sixth Sense'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-112917608855171701</id><published>2005-10-12T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T21:36:30.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Predator</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Governor Ahhnold Schwarzenegger, Governor Jesse Ventura, Apollo Creed, and some chick&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOVERNOR SCHWARZENEGGER&lt;br /&gt;Come, commandos! We must rescue dee kidnapped hostages deep within da jungle of dis Latin American country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They attempt to do so. A huge battle breaks out. The commandos kill all the bad guys and burn a village to the ground.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOVERNOR VENTURA&lt;br /&gt;No! The hostages have died by the hands of the terrorists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APOLLO CREED&lt;br /&gt;Either that or by the grenade I tossed in the hut they were cowering in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOV. SCHWARZENEGGER&lt;br /&gt;Either way, our mission is ovah. Let us return to da baaaase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The commandos make their way back through the jungle. They are picked off one by one.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOV. SCHWARZENEGGER&lt;br /&gt;Whaaat? We are still being shot. How is dees possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APOLLO CREED&lt;br /&gt;Look up in that tree...it's an alien with a gun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(gets shot)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOV. SCHWARZENEGGER&lt;br /&gt;Dee alien will follow us back to town. We must close the border!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOV. VENTURA&lt;br /&gt;And deal with the political fallout? Are you crazy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOV. SCHWARZENEGGER&lt;br /&gt;Dees is an alien terrorist! Dees alien is breaking the law! We must stop dee illegal alien!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOV. VENTURA&lt;br /&gt;Not all aliens are terrorists. He's only following us to escape his present dismal environment and start his life anew in a land of prosperity. I say we pursue a policy of appeasment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(gets shot by the alien)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOV. SCHWARZENEGGER&lt;br /&gt;No more girly men. Now we do eet my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He covers himself in mud and ambushes the alien, wrestling him to the ground. The alien turns into a suicide bomber and blows himself up. Gov. Schwarzenegger escapes just in time.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOV. SCHWARZENEGGER&lt;br /&gt;Through my minutemahn policy I have eeensured the safety of dis country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMNESTY INTERNATIONAL, THE ACLU, AND BARBARA BOXER&lt;br /&gt;Boooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The sequel begins. Now the illegal alien is inhabiting Los Angeles.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE MEMBER 1&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know this was going to be a documentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-112917608855171701?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/112917608855171701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=112917608855171701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112917608855171701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112917608855171701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/10/predator.html' title='Predator'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-112785685508913067</id><published>2005-09-27T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T13:43:54.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cliffhanger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Bad Guys 1-9, Rocky, Rocky's Friends Past and Present, Bill &amp; Ted, and Serious John Lithgow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Bad Guys 1 and 2 are on a U.S. Treasury jet flying above the Rocky Mountains.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD GUY 1&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, we just hijacked a treasury jet! We're millionaires!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD GUY 2&lt;br /&gt;And look, our Bad Guy Partners are flying in the plane next to us. Should we signal them to land, so we can transfer the money safely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD GUY 1&lt;br /&gt;No, let's do a midair exhange between the planes via zip line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They attempt to do so. Bad Guy 2 and all the suitcases of money FALL.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD GUY 1&lt;br /&gt;Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The Bad Guys CRASH their plane into a mountain, but they are OK.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Rocky, Rocky's Friend, Rocky's Chick, and Nice Old Guy are hanging out in a Mountain Ranger Station.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY &lt;em&gt;(to his friend)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been depressed ever since I dropped your girlfriend off that mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY'S FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;Good. I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE OLD GUY&lt;br /&gt;Can't we all just get along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOICE ON RADIO&lt;br /&gt;Help, save us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY'S CHICK&lt;br /&gt;Someone's in trouble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY'S FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;You know what that means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;Time for the Mighty Rocky Mountain Rangers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Mighty Rocky Mountain Rangers theme song plays. The Rangers get changed into their gear and show up at the crash site.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUS JOHN LITHGOW &lt;em&gt;(holding a gun)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for coming, suckers. We need you to help us Bad Guys find our stolen money we have packed in black Samsonite briefcases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY'S FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it's John Lithgow! You make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUS JOHN LITHGOW&lt;br /&gt;Fine, but this time I'm serious. In fact the only thing humorous about my performance in this movie is that I am trying to act serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY'S FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUS JOHN LITHGOW&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, I'm being serious here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY'S FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;Heeheehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Serious John Lithgow shoots Nice Old Man.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY'S FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;I'll be quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUS JOHN LITHGOW&lt;br /&gt;Okay, which one of you is going to climb this mountain and find our money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD GUY 3&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...I was hoping you'd say that. First, take off your jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;Huh, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD GUY 3&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, cause you've got big strong arms...oh baby, you so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Rocky goes to find the money, but he really is TRICKING THEM. Serious John Lithgow yells and raises a clenched fist to show he is serious. Meanwhile Rocky's Friend stays with the bad guys and ends up killing them all one by one, including British Football coughsoccercough Bad Guy. Bill &amp;amp; Ted also show up and they die too.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUS JOHN LITHGOW &lt;em&gt;(in a helicopter)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to be doing again...? Oh, that's right, getting the money. So, did you find it yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUS JOHN LITHGOW&lt;br /&gt;Okay, toss it here. Just, um, be careful you don't drop it or anything cause that would be a bitch to find, and frankly we don't have another two hours to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Rocky tosses the suitcase in the helicopter's blades and the money gets all chopped up into confetti. Serious John Lithgow dies and Rocky and Rocky's Friend become friends again. Also, Rocky screws the girl.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCKY&lt;br /&gt;Grunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-112785685508913067?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/112785685508913067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=112785685508913067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112785685508913067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112785685508913067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/09/cliffhanger.html' title='Cliffhanger'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-112689863244155673</id><published>2005-09-16T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T01:53:38.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cast Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Robert Zemeckis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Tom Hanks as FedEx Nazi, Helen Hunt as Grieving Slutty Girlfriend, Christopher Noth as Mr. Big, DMD, and Wilson the Talking Volleyball as Himself.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Tom Hanks addresses his FedEx employees with a "motivational" speech.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM HANKS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All right, assholes. How long did it take you to deliver that package to Beijing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSHOLE ONE&lt;br /&gt;Uh, 22 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM HANKS&lt;br /&gt;22 hours?! What the fuck?! I could chicken dance to China faster than that! Get out of my sight! *Sigh.* Does no one understand me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELEN HUNT&lt;br /&gt;I understand you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM HANKS&lt;br /&gt;We're in love. Here's a ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELEN HUNT&lt;br /&gt;Here's a locket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM HANKS&lt;br /&gt;I have to fly through a hurricane now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELEN HUNT&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Tom Hanks rides in a FedEx plane, which crashes in the ocean after encountering the hurricane.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM HANKS &lt;em&gt;(bobbing in the water)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gulp. Gulp. Choke. Slurp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(makes it to shore)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, back to civilization!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(realizes he's on a deserted island)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He sits around for awhile.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM HANKS&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry. I'll eat a coconut. First to get my knife...oh wait, that's right, I don't have one. No problem, I'll just build a fire and melt the coconut into a mushy broth. Where'd I put my matches? Oh that's right, I'm stranded on a deserted island without any possessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBERT ZEMECKIS&lt;br /&gt;See, everybody! This scene demonstrates that adjusting to life outside our commercialized, automated world is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The tide pulls some FedEx boxes salvaged from the wrecked plane to shore. Tom Hanks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; opens one and discovers...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILSON THE TALKING VOLLEYBALL&lt;br /&gt;Hello, old sport. Let's say you and I be chums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM HANKS&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Tom Hanks and Wilson the Talking Volleyball frolic and play together. They become the best of friends. But then one day Tom Hanks gets sad.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM HANKS&lt;br /&gt;I miss my sensible yet slutty girlfriend. But I'm stuck here with a boat that won't sail. I wish there was another way I could get off this island. If only there was an active volcano nearby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILSON THE TALKING VOLLEYBALL&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you try putting a sail on your boat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM HANKS&lt;br /&gt;Sail on my boat? Sail...boat. Sailboat! Of course. Wilson, you're a genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILSON THE TALKING VOLLEYBALL &lt;em&gt;(puffing on his pipe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to earn my keep, old sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Now realizing that boats need power to move, Tom Hanks attaches a makeshift sail to his boat.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM HANKS&lt;br /&gt;All aboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Tom Hanks and Wilson the Talking Volleyball sail the Pacific. But with no food and water, they soon become crazy. Tom Hanks begins singing an endless barrage of sea chanties. Wilson the Talking Volleyball, unable to cope, commits suicide by jumping overboard.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM HANKS&lt;br /&gt;Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Five minutes later...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM HANKS&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ten minutes later he is rescued by a passing tanker. They take him back to civilization, where Tom Hanks delivers the only salvageable package from the plane crash. FexEx names him Employee of the Month.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEDEX PRESIDENT&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations. Here's a gift certificate to Bath &amp;amp; Body Works. *Cough*youreallyneedashower*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM HANKS&lt;br /&gt;Not so fast. See that plane crashed on company time, so technically I've been on the clock ever since. Now it took me four years working nonstop to deliver that package. According to my calculations, you owe me $6,831,000.02 in overtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Tom Hanks is fired.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM HANKS&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least I still have my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. BIG&lt;br /&gt;Haha, nope. I stole her from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM HANKS&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll just win her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. BIG&lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. Big. You can't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He's right.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELEN HUNT &lt;em&gt;(to Tom Hanks)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you, but you're out and Big's in. Too bad your plane had to crash. Otherwise you and I would be doing the horizontal tango every night, sometimes twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Tom Hanks becomes depressed and insane, joining the ranks of all other former mail carriers.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBERT ZEMECKIS&lt;br /&gt;Okay everyone, what lesson did this movie teach us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Always ship UPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-112689863244155673?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/112689863244155673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=112689863244155673' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112689863244155673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112689863244155673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/09/cast-away.html' title='Cast Away'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-112596990925160004</id><published>2005-09-05T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T22:45:05.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>War of the Worlds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Steven Spielberg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; A "heterosexual" Tom Cruise, the aliens from &lt;em&gt;Independence Day,&lt;/em&gt; and scenes from other sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Before the premier, Tom Cruise speaks to reporters.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE&lt;br /&gt;Lately there’s been some speculation as to my, eh, sexual alignment. Let me state it plainly: all rumors that I live an alternative lifestyle are false. As a testament to this, allow me to introduce you to my new wife, the sizzling hot actress Katie Holmes. Additionally, in tonight’s movie I'll be playing a burly construction worker who scratches his balls a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPORTER&lt;br /&gt;Wasn’t one of the Village People a construction worker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE&lt;br /&gt;This press conference is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The movie begins.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE&lt;br /&gt;Hey, that was some weird lightening storm that just happened, eh kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUNK SON&lt;br /&gt;I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAKOTA FANNING&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeeeeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to see what’s going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He follows the rest of the neighborhood down the street. They arrive at a hole. Suddenly, the ground shakes and a huge alien ship on stilts emerges. The neighborhood watches in awe. The alien ship on stilts passes gas and defecates on the street.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Was that really necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Suddenly, the alien ship starts shooting lasers that turn people into Cinnamon Toast Crunch.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE &lt;em&gt;(runs home)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids, we gotta jet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They all hop into the car. Tom Cruise starts to back out of the driveway.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE&lt;br /&gt;How’s your side look, son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUNK SON&lt;br /&gt;It's clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE&lt;br /&gt;What about your way, Dakota?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAKOTA FANNING&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeeeeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Tom Cruise begins to drive down the street.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE&lt;br /&gt;It’s Boston or bust, so every other car better get outta my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUNK SON&lt;br /&gt;Looks like they already did, Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE&lt;br /&gt;How convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Tom Cruise and kids tour the countryside, surviving an unruly mob, a ferry disaster, and a plane crash.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUNK SON&lt;br /&gt;These aliens piss me off. I’m gonna join the army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE&lt;br /&gt;You can’t do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUNK SON&lt;br /&gt;Watch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He joins the army. Five seconds later the army gets blown up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE&lt;br /&gt;Damn… I hope I qualify for his veterans benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(An alien foghorn is heard in the distance.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDY DUFRESNE&lt;br /&gt;Here, you can hide out in my cellar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They do.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE&lt;br /&gt;Now what are we going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDY DUFRESNE&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. The aliens are destined to lose. Occupations always fail…except Japan and Germany after WWII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(An alien anaconda slinks into the cellar.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAKOTA FANNING&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeeeeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They all hide. Cut to the kitchen scene from &lt;/em&gt;Jurassic Park. &lt;em&gt;The alien anaconda leaves and the aliens from &lt;/em&gt;Independence Day &lt;em&gt;show up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDY DUFRESNE&lt;br /&gt;My God…look at that bad CGI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE&lt;br /&gt;You’re too loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(kills him)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The aliens leave. Cut to the rest of &lt;/em&gt;Independence Day: &lt;em&gt;Tom Cruise penetrates the alien ship, blows it up from inside, and the aliens all catch a virus and die.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Steven Spielberg surprised me. He actually had the guts to kill the son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Punk Son shows up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(End credits.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMART AUDIENCE GUY&lt;br /&gt;Wait, wait, wait…I’m confused. When did the aliens bury those big ships beneath the ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVEN SPIELBERG&lt;br /&gt;Uh, it was before mankind had evolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMART AUDIENCE GUY&lt;br /&gt;So why didn’t the aliens take over the world then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Silence.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H.G. WELLS &lt;em&gt;(shows up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE&lt;br /&gt;H.G. Wells! What are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H.G. WELLS&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’ve been rolling around in my grave for the past two hours but no one was paying attention, so I thought I’d come up here and smack you all in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-112596990925160004?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/112596990925160004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=112596990925160004' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112596990925160004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112596990925160004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/09/war-of-worlds.html' title='War of the Worlds'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-112589135675583211</id><published>2005-09-04T23:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:20:20.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring: &lt;/strong&gt;Bridget Jones, Richard Gere, Queen Latifah, and Catherine Zeta Jones looking sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(We see Bridget Jones shoot her boyfriend. Then she begins to sing and dance.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS IN AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUEEN LATIFAH&lt;br /&gt;I'm big, black and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Richard Gere shows up, "singing".)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD GERE&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care about expensive things..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Immediately half the audience gets up to leave.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONE AUDIENCE MEMBER STILL SITTING&lt;br /&gt;Wait, look! It’s Catherine Zeta Jones in black leather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The audience returns to their seats. Some more songs are performed. More importantly, Catherine Zeta Jones remains clad in black leather.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEMINISTS IN AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;That movie rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS IN AUDIENCE &lt;em&gt;(fantasizing about Catherine Zeta Jones)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Three months later, the Academy Judges meet in an undisclosed location.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACADEMY JUDGE 1&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see…last year we placated the African American lobby and Schizophrenics of America. Which group should we appease this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACADEMY JUDGE 2&lt;br /&gt;How about the Militant Feminists?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER ACADAMY JUDGES&lt;br /&gt;Works for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chicago &lt;em&gt;wins Best Picture for 2002.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-112589135675583211?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/112589135675583211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=112589135675583211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112589135675583211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112589135675583211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/09/chicago.html' title='Chicago'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-112584107426395676</id><published>2005-09-04T09:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T02:01:08.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Blue Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Stock Characters, Smart Sharks, and Samuel L. Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Stock Characters are chilling in an undersea laboratory/aquarium thingie.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOCK SEXY FEMALE SCIENTIST&lt;br /&gt;Look at these sharks we’ve been experimenting with. They’re all smart now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOCK FOREIGN GUY WHO DIES EARLY ON&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(A shark bites his arm off.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOCK BLONDE TOUGH GUY&lt;br /&gt;Quick, airlift him outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOCK NERDY NERVOUS GUY&lt;br /&gt;But…there’s a hurricane going on up there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They airlift him anyway. The helicopter crashes and Smart Sharks fling him through the underwater laboratory’s window.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOCK FEMALE WHO’S NOT AS HOT AS THE OTHER FEMALE&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, the laboratory’s integrity has been breached! The sharks will be here soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOCK FUNNY BLACK GUY&lt;br /&gt;Why are them sharks actin’ all pissed, yo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOCK SEXY FEMALE SCIENTIST&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it’s because we’ve been forcing them to watch Richard Simmons's “Sweating with the Oldies: Vol. 3” on endless loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMUEL L. JACKSON&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry, I know a way out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOCK CHARACTERS&lt;br /&gt;Samuel L. Jackson??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMUEL L. JACKSON&lt;br /&gt;That’s right. I’m here to save the day. Now listen very carefully: all you have to do is—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(gets eaten by a shark)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOCK NERDY NERVOUS GUY&lt;br /&gt;That’s it?? He was only on screen for ten seconds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOCK FEMALE WHO’S NOT AS HOT AS THE OTHER FEMALE&lt;br /&gt;What’s even more amazing is that for those ten seconds he was paid three times the rest of our saleries combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The sharks swim closer.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOCK BLONDE TOUGH GUY&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough. Let’s figure out who’s going to live and who’s going to die. Nervous Guy and Not As Hot Female, you’re definitely going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They both get eaten by sharks.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOCK SEXY FEMALE SCIENTIST&lt;br /&gt;What about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOCK BLONDE TOUGH GUY&lt;br /&gt;Hmm…that’s a tough one. On one hand, you’re extremely hot—so you should live. On the other, you’re the reason we’re all in this jam. Plus, you and I don’t seem to have much chemistry. So you’ll probably die too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She gets eaten by sharks.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOCK FUNNY BLACK GUY&lt;br /&gt;What ‘bout me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOCK BLONDE TOUGH GUY&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding? The funny black guy never dies. You’re as certain to survive as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He’s right. Also, they kill the Smart Sharks.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOCK FUNNY BLACK GUY&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOCK BLONDE TOUGH GUY&lt;br /&gt;You’re really new to this stock action movie gig, aren’t ya? We just hold on to this floating debris until the camera pans away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOCK FUNNY BLACK GUY&lt;br /&gt;That’s it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOCK BLONDE TOUGH GUY&lt;br /&gt;No, also say a funny final line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOCK FUNNY BLACK GUY&lt;br /&gt;How about, "I read a review that said this movie was scarier than &lt;em&gt;Jaws." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOCK BLONDE TOUGH GUY&lt;br /&gt;That’s more disturbing than funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-112584107426395676?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/112584107426395676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=112584107426395676' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112584107426395676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112584107426395676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/09/deep-blue-sea.html' title='Deep Blue Sea'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-112520640873072165</id><published>2005-08-28T00:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T23:16:59.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phantom of the Opera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Joel Schumacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Actors singing in their own voices and Minnie Driver&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Fade up on the Paris Opera House in the 19th century.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;br /&gt;"In sleep he sang to me; in dreams he came."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MPAA RATINGS BOARD&lt;br /&gt;We've heard enough. Bump this one up to PG-13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTINE'S FRIEND WITH HUGE KNOCKERS&lt;br /&gt;Christine, he's here, the Phantom of the Opera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHANTOM &lt;em&gt;(masked)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Who are you? My dead father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHANTOM&lt;br /&gt;What the hell? I'm the guy who's been giving you voice lessons for the past five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHANTOM&lt;br /&gt;Come with me, my Angel of Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He leads her to his super secret basement hideout. There are mysterious waterways, lots of burning candles, and at one point they ride Mr. Ed.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHANTOM &lt;em&gt;(to Christine)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He shows her his lifesize sculpture of her. She faints. Fade out. Next thing we see, she wakes up in his bed sans stockings and with her hair all messed up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;br /&gt;Oh my! What did you do to me while I was asleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHANTOM &lt;em&gt;(lounging in his robe, smoking a cigarette)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Raoul approaches Two Queer Opera Managers.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAOUL&lt;br /&gt;Where is Christine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO QUEER OPERA MANAGERS&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask us. We're only the comic relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAOUL&lt;br /&gt;I must find her. I just realized I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO QUEER OPERA MANAGERS &lt;em&gt;(gazing longlingly into each other's eyes)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*...so have we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARY CHOREOGRAPHER/DOMANATRIX&lt;br /&gt;Mademoselle Christine has returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAOUL&lt;br /&gt;You know, you really stand out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARY CHOROGRAPHER/DOMANATRIX&lt;br /&gt;Is it zee way I dress in all black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAOUL&lt;br /&gt;That and the fact you're the only one of us to speak in a French accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(That night. Christine is performing in the opera. Raoul and Two Queer Managers are watching. Suddenly, Phantom gets mad and hangs some dude from the balcony.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Christine runs outside; Raoul is at her heels.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;br /&gt;OMG, he's going to come after me next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAOUL&lt;br /&gt;Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;br /&gt;The Phantom of the Opera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAOUL&lt;br /&gt;Christine, there is no Phantom of the Opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Who do you think just killed that fat guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAOUL&lt;br /&gt;Probably some psychotic loner living amongst the shadows of the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;br /&gt;Exactly! The Phantom of the Opera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAOUL&lt;br /&gt;I'm not following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Phantom gets mad and challenges Raoul to a duel. Raoul kicks his ass and is about to kill him.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;br /&gt;Raoul, don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Raoul lets him live and runs off with Christine.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHANTOM&lt;br /&gt;They let me live... For that, &lt;em&gt;they shall pay with their lives!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO QUEER MANAGERS&lt;br /&gt;Hey Christine, the Phantom just gave us this new opera he wrote. He wants you to play the lead. Here's the script. We open in two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Christine is performing in the new opera. Suddenly Phantom walks on stage and begins to seduce her.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAOUL &lt;em&gt;(from his box in the audience)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Phantom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRENCH COPS&lt;br /&gt;Let's get him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAOUL &lt;em&gt;(watching Phantom and Christine making mental love to each other)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait! This is kind of turning me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Phantom is about to kiss Christine when she unmasks him.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPERA AUDIENCE &lt;em&gt;(in horror)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God! He has a bad sunburn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHANTOM &lt;em&gt;(in agony)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottle said SPF 15! &lt;em&gt;THE BOTTLE SAID SPF 15!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He kidnaps Christine and takes her to to his super secret hideout a.k.a. the basement.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHANTOM&lt;br /&gt;You'll stay here with me forever! No one will ever find you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAOUL &lt;em&gt;(shows up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHANTOM&lt;br /&gt;Ah, shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;br /&gt;Raoul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHANTOM&lt;br /&gt;All right, I get it. You two are in love. Fine, scram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Christine kisses him deeply and passionately.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHANTOM&lt;br /&gt;Oh my... Does this mean you've loved me all along??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm just a tease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(leaves with Raoul)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHANTOM&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*...I guess it's just you and me, Mr. Ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. ED &lt;em&gt;(in despair)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willlllllburrrrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-112520640873072165?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/112520640873072165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=112520640873072165' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112520640873072165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112520640873072165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/08/phantom-of-opera.html' title='The Phantom of the Opera'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-112472443717760307</id><published>2005-08-22T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T01:13:32.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Omen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Richard Donner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Oscar Winner Gregory Peck, Oscar Nominee Lee Remick, and the Infamous No-Named Horror Movie Supporting Cast&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Cue: Scary music with demonic Latin chanting. Half the audience pisses their collective pants.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARY DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;Your wife just had a miscarriage but she doesn't know it yet. If you'd like, we can offer a replacement and she'll never know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREGORY PECK&lt;br /&gt;Okay, give me that half-human, half-jackal baby you've got brooding in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARY DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;As you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Three years have passed.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEE REMICK&lt;br /&gt;Honey, have you noticed anything strange about our son Damien lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREGORY PECK&lt;br /&gt;Whatever do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEE REMICK&lt;br /&gt;Well, for instance, last week I took him to that drive-through zoo and all the baboons tried to eat him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREGORY PECK&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEE REMICK&lt;br /&gt;And then, when we took him to church on Sunday he screamed like Dakota Fanning caught in a blender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREGORY PECK&lt;br /&gt;Yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEE REMICK&lt;br /&gt;And on his birthday party, his nanny committed suicide in his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVIL MARY POPPINS &lt;em&gt;(arrives)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREGORY PECK&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVIL MARY POPPINS&lt;br /&gt;I'm the new nanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREGORY PECK&lt;br /&gt;That's funny, we didn't advertise for a new nanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVIL MARY POPPINS&lt;br /&gt;No, you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREGORY PECK&lt;br /&gt;Well, welcome aboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Gregory Peck is in his office.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECRETARY &lt;em&gt;(on the intercom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Sir, Raving Priest is here to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREGORY PECK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Send him in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAVING PRIEST &lt;em&gt;(entering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;There's something wrong with your son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREGORY PECK&lt;br /&gt;Oh, not you too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAVING PRIEST&lt;br /&gt;He's the Antichrist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREGORY PECK&lt;br /&gt;That's fascinating. Say, Father, why don't you take a nice long walk to clear your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Raving Priest does so and is impaled by a lightening rod.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRITISH PAPARAZZI&lt;br /&gt;Look at these pictures I took of the people around your son who have died recently! The pictures all predict their deaths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREGORY PECK&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRITISH PAPARAZZI&lt;br /&gt;What, that your son is the Antichrist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREGORY PECK&lt;br /&gt;No, that I'm an Oscar Winner presently acting alongside the guy whose biggest claim to fame will be playing the Scientist in &lt;em&gt;Teenage Mutuant Ninja Turtles II. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRITISH PAPARAZZI&lt;br /&gt;True, but fortunately mine wasn't the career most damaged by that particular movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VANILLA ICE &lt;em&gt;(flipping burgers)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not cool, man. Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREGORY PECK&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I better go to Italy and see what Reclusive Religious Guy has to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRITISH PAPARAZZI&lt;br /&gt;I'll come too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREGORY PECK&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRITISH PAPARAZZI&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I won't be chasing Princess Di's limo for twenty years. I need to pass the time somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They go to Italy and learn Damien is the Antichrist.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREGORY PECK&lt;br /&gt;Now that Reclusive Religious Guy has said it, it must be true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRITISH PAPARAZZI&lt;br /&gt;We need to kill your son! Wait...let me pick up this knife I dropped by this massive sliding plate of glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(gets decapitated)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREGORY PECK&lt;br /&gt;Well, there goes my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Gregory Peck travels back home, where he learns Evil Mary Poppins has thrown his ailing wife out her hospital window to her death.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREGORY PECK&lt;br /&gt;So much for a spoonful of sugar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVIL MARY POPPINS &lt;em&gt;(charging him)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Gregory Peck showcases his manly strength by beating the shit out her.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREGORY PECK&lt;br /&gt;Now to kill my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He takes Damien to the church and prepares to stab him.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COPS&lt;br /&gt;Freeeeeze, punk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREGORY PECK&lt;br /&gt;Oh, officers I'll be with you in just a second. First I have to make pulled pork out of my demon child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The cops riddle him with bullets.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMIEN&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, officers. I will demonstrate my gratitude by saving your souls from eternal hellfire...for at least three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COPS&lt;br /&gt;Aww, he's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-112472443717760307?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/112472443717760307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=112472443717760307' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112472443717760307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112472443717760307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/08/omen_22.html' title='The Omen'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-112447525690318574</id><published>2005-08-19T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T14:29:35.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Will Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; 2 Afflecks, 2 pricks, and Robin Williams&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROFESSOR SWEDE&lt;br /&gt;You're smart. Why are you a janitor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT DAMON&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm also a bad boy, motherfucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROFESSOR SWEDE&lt;br /&gt;I detect you have emotional problems. Go see friendly therapist, Robin Williams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. ROBIN WILLIAMS&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT DAMON&lt;br /&gt;I hate you, you stupid fucking quack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. ROBIN WILLIAMS&lt;br /&gt;My wife farted in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT DAMON&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Matt Damon is at a bar with preppy college students and Minnie Driver.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREPPY COLLEGE STUDENT&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah Karl Marx blah blah blah Jean Paul Sartre blah blah blah Thomas Hobbes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Minnie Driver is not impressed. Matt Damon begins to talk like the Architect in &lt;/em&gt;The Matrix.&lt;em&gt; Now Minnie Driver is impressed.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT DAMON &lt;em&gt;(to Preppy College Student)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got her number. How do you like them apples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREPPY COLLEGE STUDENT&lt;br /&gt;She looks like a man. How do you like &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt; apples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINNIE DRIVER&lt;br /&gt;Will, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT DAMON&lt;br /&gt;And I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Minnie Driver leaves.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT DAMON&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-112447525690318574?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/112447525690318574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=112447525690318574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112447525690318574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112447525690318574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/08/good-will-hunting.html' title='Good Will Hunting'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-112387366251828777</id><published>2005-08-12T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T15:48:15.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Hillbilly Tornado Chasers, Hillbilly Scientists, Pepsi can shards, special FX, some British guy trying to sound like a hillbilly, and other disturbing things&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Bill Paxton and Jami Gertz are in civilization.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMI GERTZ&lt;br /&gt;We're so in love. We should get married right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL PAXTON&lt;br /&gt;Okay... D'oh! I just remembered I'm still married to my ex-wife, the hillbilly tornado chaser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMI GERTZ&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I guess we could just move to Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL PAXTON&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not a problem. She just has to sign the final divorce papers. Say, let's take a week off work to drive down and watch her sign them in person. I'm sure that won't be awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Bill Paxton and Jami Gertz arrive in Hillbilly Country.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HILLBILLY TORNADO CHASER 1&lt;br /&gt;Yeee-haw! We chase tarnados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELEN HUNT&lt;br /&gt;Hi, Bill. Here're the papers you want. I just have to sign my name to them to make the divorce official. Anyone have a pen? Okay, here's an "H"... And now an "E"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HILLBILLY TORNADO CHASER 2&lt;br /&gt;Pack up yar saddles, ladies! My Chevy's satellite imaging's telling me we got a big'un comin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;You'd think if he has a satellite imager, he could afford to buy some teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The Hillbillys, Helen Hunt, Bill Paxton, and Jami Gertz all drive into the tornado.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMI GERTZ &lt;em&gt;(to Bill Paxton)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we still doing here? This tornado hasn't rekindled the love between you and your ex-wife, has it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL PAXTON&lt;br /&gt;Er...hey look, a flying cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HILLBILLY COW&lt;br /&gt;MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE YER ASS I'M COMIN' THRU! YEEEEEE-HAW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(flies by)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELEN HUNT&lt;br /&gt;Look over there! It's Evil Tornado Scientist Guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVIL TORNADO SCIENTIST GUY&lt;br /&gt;Muhahahahahahahaha!!!! I've stolen the idea for your Tornado Predictor Thingofmajig and will use it to profit from science!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE ELSE&lt;br /&gt;Noooooooooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMI GERTZ&lt;br /&gt;You do realize that your "Tornado Predictor" machine is nothing more than an oversized trashcan filled with miniature snow-globes, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Pause)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELEN HUNT AND BILL PAXTON&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeeeeeeeee-haw!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Repeat three times with different tornados.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMI GERTZ&lt;br /&gt;That's it, I'm outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(leaves)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Repeat two more times.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL PAXTON&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, look! It's the biggest, baddest tornado of them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD TORNADO&lt;br /&gt;Whooooooooooooooooooshhh!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVIL TORNADO SCIENTIST GUY&lt;br /&gt;I saw it first! I'm gonna capture it, cage it up in my basement, and charge ten bucks a head to see it! Hahahahahaha, later, suckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(dies)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL PAXTON&lt;br /&gt;Quick, we need to make peace with the tornado. Put the trashca—I mean, Tornado Predictor in it's path and let's see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They do, but they almost die.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELEN HUNT&lt;br /&gt;Did it work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HILLBILLY TORNADO CHASER 3&lt;br /&gt;All I kin see are them Pepsi cans we put in thar flyin' 'bout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELEN HUNT&lt;br /&gt;That means it's working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL PAXTON, HELEN HUNT, AND THE HILLBILLIES&lt;br /&gt;Hoooooray!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEPSI CEO STEVEN S. REINEMUND&lt;br /&gt;Hoooooray!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL PAXTON&lt;br /&gt;Phew...well, that was fun, huh? All right, time to go back to civilization with my fiancee—hey, where is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELEN HUNT&lt;br /&gt;She cursed your name and took off like two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL PAXTON&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...that might put a damper on our wedding. Oh well, guess I'll just stay here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELEN HUNT&lt;br /&gt;Glad to have ya back, cowboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE&lt;br /&gt;YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They all go home and vote Republican.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-112387366251828777?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/112387366251828777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=112387366251828777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112387366251828777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112387366251828777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/08/twister.html' title='Twister'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-112343829498332262</id><published>2005-08-07T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T21:08:38.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Staring: &lt;/strong&gt;Big Bus, Big Bomb, and Big Explosion&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POLICE CAPTAIN&lt;br /&gt;Chief, I have some bad news. A madman's placed a bomb on a moving bus, and it'll explode if the bus slows below 50 mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POLICE CHIEF&lt;br /&gt;My God! Quick, call in the Justice Department, FBI, FEMA—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POLICE CAPTAIN&lt;br /&gt;No need, Chief. I put my two best cops on the case: Ted from &lt;em&gt;Bill and Ted&lt;/em&gt; and Harry from &lt;em&gt;Dumb and Dumber.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POLICE CHIEF&lt;br /&gt;We're fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ted boards a moving bus.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TED &lt;em&gt;(to the passengers)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention, everyone, I'm a cop. Now, I don't want to alarm you, but there's a bomb on this bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIVERSE GROUP OF MULTIETHNIC PASSENGERS &lt;em&gt;(very alarmed)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TED&lt;br /&gt;Okay, who here is playing the comic relief/love interest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANDRA BULLOCK &lt;em&gt;(from the back)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TED&lt;br /&gt;You're sitting too far away. I can't oggle your body from back there. Here, come up front and drive the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUS DRIVER&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me...are you sure? I mean, I've been trained to handle a vehicle of this size and—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TED&lt;br /&gt;You go shush now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Bus Driver gets shot, and Sandra Bullock takes his place.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANDRA BULLOCK&lt;br /&gt;I should warn you, I don't have a license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TED&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but on the plus side, you have boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARRY&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to arrest the bomber now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POLICE CAPTAIN&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Harry and various cops arrive at the bomber's house.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM COP&lt;br /&gt;Wait! We probably shouldn't go inside. See that flashing red light connected to that metal box with wires sticking out of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARRY&lt;br /&gt;Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM COP&lt;br /&gt;Might be a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARRY&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, rookie. Besides, a blinking red light on a bomb would mean it hasn't been set yet. You know, like a VCR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM COP&lt;br /&gt;Uh, are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARRY&lt;br /&gt;Positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(goes inside)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(BOOM.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANDRA BULLOCK&lt;br /&gt;So, are you going to help us off the bus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TED&lt;br /&gt;Can't. It'll blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANDRA BULLOCK&lt;br /&gt;Well, are you going to diffuse the bomb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TED&lt;br /&gt;Can't. It'll blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANDRA BULLOCK&lt;br /&gt;So what should we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TED&lt;br /&gt;Um...drive faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANDRA BULLOCK&lt;br /&gt;That's it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TED&lt;br /&gt;No. Also drive over that unfinished bridge up ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They do. It is cool.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANDRA BULLOCK&lt;br /&gt;Wow, we made it! You'd think all that raucus would have set off the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TED&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you'd think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POLICE CAPTAIN&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we were able to trick the mad bomber and get everyone safely off the bus, but now he's kidnapped Sandra Bullock and escaped into the subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TED&lt;br /&gt;I'll save her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He goes into the subway and sees the mad bomber.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAD BOMBER&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, you can't beat me! You're just one cop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TED&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but I'm playing the same cop I played in &lt;em&gt;Point Break,&lt;/em&gt; where I kicked some serious ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAD BOMBER&lt;br /&gt;Noooooooooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(gets beheaded)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANDRA BULLOCK &lt;em&gt;(to Ted)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They kiss.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a great time. Are you ready for the sequel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TED&lt;br /&gt;Um...yeah, I just...have to get something from my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He runs off and we hear the fleeing squeal of tires.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-112343829498332262?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/112343829498332262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=112343829498332262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112343829498332262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112343829498332262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/08/speed.html' title='Speed'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-112336758223022642</id><published>2005-08-06T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T05:38:39.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Minority Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Steven Spielberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Hollywood Hunk Tom Cruise, Hollywood Hunk Colin Farrell, Hollywood Hunk Max von Sydow&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE&lt;br /&gt;Look how great our Crime ESP is. We police catch killers before they kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLIN FARRELL&lt;br /&gt;But what if one of your predicitions is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE&lt;br /&gt;Haha, that notion is too ridiculous to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The Murder Psychics predict wrong and name Tom Cruise as the next killer. Now all the police hate him.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! I better hide out at Murder Psychics' Mother's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(does)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGLY OLD WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, gimme a smootch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(sloppily frenches him)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE &lt;em&gt;(close to vomiting)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POLICE WHO NOW HATE TOM CRUISE&lt;br /&gt;There he is! Get him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I'm going to be caught! What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVEN SPIELBERG&lt;br /&gt;We're about to lose the male 11-15 crowd. Do cool action movie stunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Tom Cruise becomes the Rocketeer and dances around with a jetpack.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALES 11-15&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE&lt;br /&gt;Now I must solve the mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRUNK COMMIE DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;First, I must cut out your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(does)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Now I can finally solve the mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRUNK COMMIE DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;Wait! Drink this milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Tom Cruise drinks green milk and swallows enough mold to make penicillan for a small town.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE &lt;em&gt;(close to vomiting)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE&lt;br /&gt;Now can I pleeeease solve the mystery??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVEN SPIELBERG&lt;br /&gt;No! Hide from these robotic tarantalas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He does.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE&lt;br /&gt;This sucks. I'm outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVEN SPIELBERG&lt;br /&gt;Okay, solve the mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE &lt;em&gt;(does)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha, so it was Old Murder Psychic Guy all along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Huh? We don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain it all to you through an extended and elaborate powerpoint presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(does)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Now we see—Old Murder Psychic Guy is &lt;em&gt;bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD MURDER PSYCHIC GUY&lt;br /&gt;Yep. But I'm not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad—watch as I vindicate my wrongs by committing suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He does and he does.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM CRUISE&lt;br /&gt;Wow, we were sure dumb. All right, let all the murderers free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They release all the prisoners, who promptly kill half the city.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-112336758223022642?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/112336758223022642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=112336758223022642' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112336758223022642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112336758223022642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/08/minority-report.html' title='Minority Report'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-112225710519079322</id><published>2005-07-24T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T02:06:50.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crucible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; 17th Century Joey Buttafuoco, 17th Century Amy Fisher, and Crazy Puritans&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHINY MINISTER &lt;em&gt;(at his unconscious daughter's bedside)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, how could my niece and daughter have danced in the woods...NAKED?! My career is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Please...we've seen more nudity on The Disney Channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Whiny Minister leaves. 17th Century Joey Buttafuoco and 17th Century Amy Fisher enter.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17TH CENTURY AMY FISHER&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me! Make love to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17TH CENTURY JOEY BUTTAFUOCO&lt;br /&gt;Yo yo, I know we had our thing, but I'm married. I'm a blue-collar workin' man and gotta stay true to my family from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17TH CENTURY AMY FISHER&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a break, Joey. I saw you spyin' on me in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17TH CENTURY JOEY BUTTAFUOCO&lt;br /&gt;Look, you got a hot bod and all, but I can't do this to my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17TH CENTURY AMY FISHER&lt;br /&gt;She's standing in the way of our love! I'm gonna mess her up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17TH CENTURY JOEY BUTTAFUOCO&lt;br /&gt;You're wacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Whiny Minister, Angry Minister, and Puritans enter.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGRY MINISTER &lt;em&gt;(sees the unconscious girl)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God, this is the devil's work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17TH CENTURY AMY FISHER&lt;br /&gt;That's right! She's been possessed! And I know who the witch is...&lt;em&gt;his wife!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(points to 17th Century Joey Buttafuoco)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17TH CENTURY JOEY BUTTAFUOCO&lt;br /&gt;Yo, don't go there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGRY MINISTER&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrr! Let's get her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The Buttafuoco residence...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17TH CENTURY JOEY BUTTAFUOCO&lt;br /&gt;Mary Jo, the town's coming after ya because Amy Fisher accused you of witchcraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17TH CENTURY MARY JO BUTTAFUOCO&lt;br /&gt;What'd I tell ya, Joey? I don't want you hangin' around that girl no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Crazy Puritans show up with torches and pitchforks.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY PURITANS&lt;br /&gt;There she is!! Burn her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17TH CENTURY JOEY BUTTAFUOCO&lt;br /&gt;Aw, shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The Crazy Puritans take 17th Century Mary Jo Buttafuoco before Mean Old Judge.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEAN OLD JUDGE&lt;br /&gt;Joey Buttafuoco, you're wife's been accused of witchcraft. What do you have to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17TH CENTURY JOEY BUTTAFUOCO&lt;br /&gt;It's all a sham! That Amy Fisher chick is fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY PURITANS&lt;br /&gt;Booooooooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEAN OLD JUDGE&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, the mob has spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17TH CENTURY JOEY BUTTAFUOCO&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you want to know the truth? Amy's just jealous 'cause we used to do the horizontal limbo before I finally dumped her. And good riddens. That chick's hot, but she's messed up in the head, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEAN OLD JUDGE &lt;em&gt;(to 17th Century Amy Fisher)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any truth to this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17TH CENTURY AMY FISHER&lt;br /&gt;Nope. He's just lying cause he's a witch too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY PURITANS&lt;br /&gt;Burn him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17TH CENTURY JOEY BUTTAFUOCO&lt;br /&gt;Man, I'm being set up by a Long Island lolita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Months have passed. 17th Century Joey Buttafuoco and 17th Century Mary Jo Buttafuoco are in jail.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17TH CENTURY JOEY BUTTAFUOCO&lt;br /&gt;Rumor is they're gonna hang me in a couple minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17TH CENTURY MARY JO BUTTAFUOCO&lt;br /&gt;Aw Joey, I always believed in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGRY MINISTER&lt;br /&gt;Me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17TH CENTURY JOEY BUTTAFUOCO&lt;br /&gt;You? But you're the guy who had me arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGRY MINISTER&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but I've had an unpredictable change of heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Mean Old Judge and Crazy Puritans show up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEAN OLD JUDGE&lt;br /&gt;Joey Buttafuoco, we decided we'll let you live if you publicly confess to witchcraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17TH CENTURY JOEY BUTTAFUOCO&lt;br /&gt;Fine, fuck it. I'm a witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Huh? That's not supposed to happen. He's supposed to say he can't live without his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17TH CENTURY JOEY BUTTAFUOCO&lt;br /&gt;Are you kiddin' me? My name's &lt;em&gt;Buttafuoco&lt;/em&gt; for Chrissake. I think I can do without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-112225710519079322?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/112225710519079322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=112225710519079322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112225710519079322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112225710519079322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/07/crucible.html' title='The Crucible'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-112213156283464889</id><published>2005-07-23T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T21:40:27.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosemary's Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; A bad man who likes little girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Mia Farrow, Old People Satanists, and Lucifer (in an uncredited cameo)&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROSEMARY&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEIGHBOR LADY&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Later, Neighbor Lady falls to her death.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROSEMARY&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! How could this have happened?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST SIDE&lt;br /&gt;No clue. But here, eat this chocolate mousse I made for you. Your husband is in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELFISH HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Rosemary eats the chocolate mousse and falls unconscious. She has a trippy dream that is rivaled in weirdness only by the tunnel scene from &lt;/em&gt;Willy Wonka. &lt;em&gt;Floating heads are laughing all around her, then the devil appears and they screw.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROSEMARY &lt;em&gt;(wakes up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a strange dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(realizes her back is all clawed up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELFISH HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;I decided to have my way with you while you were unconscious, and you know how I like it rough. Anyway, I have to go to work now. My stalled acting career has mysteriously and abruptly taken off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROSEMARY&lt;br /&gt;I might be pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;You are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST SIDE &lt;em&gt;(to Rosemary)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go to him. Here's a better doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVIL DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Evil Doctor prescribes evil things for Rosemary. Wicked Witch of the West Side gives Rosemary evil drinks. Soon, Rosemary has turned into an "anorexic" Paris Hilton and sports a Meg Ryan haircut.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROSEMARY'S FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;You look like Lindsay Lohan after she started doing coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE OLD MAN&lt;br /&gt;Rosemary, I have to tell you something very important about your neighbors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROSEMARY&lt;br /&gt;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE OLD MAN&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can't tell you now. Come by my place tomorrow when I'm almost certain to be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She does and he's right.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROSEMARY&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! I wonder what he wanted to tell me and if it has anything to do with this book he left for me: "New York Witches And The High-Rise Apartments They Live In".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Thirty agonizing minutes later...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my neighbors must be witches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Well, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Rosemary frolicks around town and then falls unconscious. She wakes up in her bed.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST SIDE&lt;br /&gt;Shhh...everything is all right now. Oh, by the way, you had a miscarriage while you were unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(A baby cries from the next room.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. A miscarriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Baby cries again.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Hold on...at some point isn't this movie supposed to get scary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Rosemary sneaks into the next room and discovers a meeting of Old People Satanists.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD PEOPLE SATANISTS&lt;br /&gt;Hail Satan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELFISH HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, uh, hail Satan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROSEMARY&lt;br /&gt;Wait, you're a satanist too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELFISH HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm just selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Rosemary peers into a baby carriage to see her baby for the first time.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROSEMARY&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH, &lt;em&gt;what have you done to his eyes?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEAD SATANIST&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. He has his &lt;em&gt;father's&lt;/em&gt; eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCIFER&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, relax babe. I didn't freak out when I saw he's got your nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROSEMARY&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, I'm the mistresss of the devil and mother to the antichrist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD PEOPLE SATANISTS&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROSEMARY&lt;br /&gt;So then...shouldn't you all be worshipping me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD PEOPLE SATANISTS&lt;br /&gt;Hail Rosemary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCIFER&lt;br /&gt;That's my girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-112213156283464889?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/112213156283464889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=112213156283464889' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112213156283464889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112213156283464889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/07/rosemarys-baby.html' title='Rosemary&apos;s Baby'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-112161395959108483</id><published>2005-07-17T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T19:35:07.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeline</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Richard Donner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Some unconvincing grad students, some unconvincing Medieval Europeans, and Bill Gates&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Bill Gates and his attorney are in Microsoft's new product testing lab.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL GATES&lt;br /&gt;We just used our secret time machine to inadvertantly send one of the teachers from "Head of the Class" back to Medieval France. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL GATES'S ATTORNEY&lt;br /&gt;Which teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL GATES&lt;br /&gt;The Scottish guy no one took seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL GATES'S ATTORNEY&lt;br /&gt;Should I send the Marines back in time to rescue him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL GATES&lt;br /&gt;No. Let's send Paul Walker and some nameless B-movie actors instead. That way, if the rescue mission fails—which it almost certainly will—the world won't be any worse off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(A team of grad students, including Paul Walker and Ethan Embry, arrive at Microsoft Corporation.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL GATES&lt;br /&gt;We need you to use my company's time machine to travel to Medieval France and rescue Billy Connelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUL WALKER&lt;br /&gt;No problem, man. Which car do I drive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL GATES&lt;br /&gt;Um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICK GRAD STUDENT&lt;br /&gt;Wait, you own a time machine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL GATES&lt;br /&gt;That's right. How else do you think we've been able to so accurately predict the market trends for the past two decades? Anyway, we were doing research for our new product, Windows BC: The Prehistoric Edition, and as an unintended consequence discovered this link to medieval Europe. Now—do any of you know how time travel works?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETHAN EMBRY&lt;br /&gt;Well, I saw &lt;em&gt;Back to the Future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL GATES&lt;br /&gt;Did you understand it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETHAN EMBRY&lt;br /&gt;I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL GATES&lt;br /&gt;Then you're over-qualified for this mission. You'll stay here. The rest of you, suit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They suit up and are about to enter the time machine.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICK GRAD STUDENT&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I don't speak French!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL GATES&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, we're sending Monsieur Francois along with you to translate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The team of grad students and company workers use the Big, Flashy Igloo to travel back in time to Medieval France, where half the team including Monsieur Francois are promptly killed.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICK GRAD STUDENT&lt;br /&gt;Well, that sucks. Now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY FROM &lt;em&gt;MINORITY REPORT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, there's Billy Connelly. Let's rescue him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They do.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILLY CONNELLY&lt;br /&gt;Hello, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCOTTISH GRAD STUDENT&lt;br /&gt;Hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Huh?! More than one Scottish dude in a movie that's not &lt;em&gt;Braveheart?&lt;/em&gt; This is outrageous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Back at Microsoft...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL GATES&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, a grenade blew up the time machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETHAN EMBRY&lt;br /&gt;What?! When did this happen?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL GATES&lt;br /&gt;While you were in the can. Anyway, it looks like the mission is doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETHAN EMBRY&lt;br /&gt;Wait, can't we use quantum physics to travel to another universe and rescuse them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL GATES&lt;br /&gt;No, you're thinking of the book. We had to dumb down the scientific explanations for the target movie audience, so this busted time machine is all we got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETHAN EMBRY&lt;br /&gt;Well, can't we try to fix it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL GATES&lt;br /&gt;I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Back in Medieval France...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICK GRAD STUDENT&lt;br /&gt;Hurry, everyone! Pissed Off English Guy and Disgruntled Microsoft Ex-Employee are chasing us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUL WALKER&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry. We can all hop in my 330 GTC and high-tail it out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCOTTISH GRAD STUDENT&lt;br /&gt;Um...that's a donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISGRUNTLED MICROSOFT EMPLOYEE&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrrrr! I'm mad because Bill Gates sent me back in time without a way to get home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICK GRAD STUDENT&lt;br /&gt;Why'd he do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISGRUNTLED MICROSOFT EMPLOYEE&lt;br /&gt;Remember Windows ME? That was my idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PISSED OFF ENGLISH GUY&lt;br /&gt;I hate you Americans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCOTTISH GRAD STUDENT&lt;br /&gt;What about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PISSED OFF ENGLISH GUY&lt;br /&gt;I hate your hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILLY CONNELLY&lt;br /&gt;What about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PISSED OFF ENGLISH GUY&lt;br /&gt;I hate your TV show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICK GRAD STUDENT&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it looks like Microsoft just fixed the time machine! Quick, let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCOTTISH GRAD STUDENT&lt;br /&gt;Not me. I'm going to stay here with my new love, Hot Medieval French Chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The rest of the team travel back to Microsoft Corporation.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL GATES'S ATTORNEY&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICK GRAD STUDENT&lt;br /&gt;Where's Bill Gates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL GATES'S ATTORNEY&lt;br /&gt;Hmm? Oh, he travelled back in time. I'm think he's dead now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICK GRAD STUDENT&lt;br /&gt;Wow, a world without Bill Gates? How will we survive without his innovations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL GATES'S ATTORNEY&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure we won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUL WALKER&lt;br /&gt;That sucks... Can I have his car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-112161395959108483?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/112161395959108483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=112161395959108483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112161395959108483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112161395959108483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/07/timeline.html' title='Timeline'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-112138337690851699</id><published>2005-07-14T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T21:58:49.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psycho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Alfred Hitchcock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; A 24-piece string orchestra&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMIE LEIGH CURTIS'S MOTHER WHEN SHE WAS A BABE&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* I want to marry my boyfriend but we don't have the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALE CHAUVENIST BOSS &lt;em&gt;(to Jamie Leigh Curtis's Mother When She Was A Babe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Sweetcakes, do papa a solid and deposit this $40K for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMIE LEIGH CURTIS'S MOTHER WHEN SHE WAS A BABE&lt;br /&gt;Argh...if I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(realizes she could steal the money)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She flees the city with the cash. It gets dark.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMIE LEIGH CURTIS'S MOTHER WHEN SHE WAS A BABE&lt;br /&gt;*Yawn* I'm tired. Hey—I can sleep there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(parks at Spooky, Desolate Motel)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANDSOME SCHIZOPHRENIC&lt;br /&gt;Welcome! Would you like a room? You'd be the only one here! Well, except for me, of course. And my mother... We live in that eerie, moonlit house on the hill, but you wouldn't want to meet her—she doesn't care much for company. What do you think of my collection of dead animals? Do you like taxidermy? Say, you look exhausted. Why not take a nice, hot shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMIE LEIGH CURTIS'S MOTHER WHEN SHE WAS A BABE&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm really a bath person myself, but okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She undresses. Handsome Schizophrenic spies on her through a peep-hole in the next room.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1960s AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Scandolous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Jamie Leigh Curtis's Mother When She Was a Babe is taking a shower. Suddenly, Scary Silhouette pulls back the shower curtain.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMIE LEIGH CURTIS'S MOTHER WHEN SHE WAS A BABE&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24-PIECE STRING ORCHESTRA&lt;br /&gt;DEE! DEE! DEE! DEE! DEE! DEE! &lt;em&gt;(repeat)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Scary Silhouette makes stabbing motions.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1960s AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh!! Chocolate syrup!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Handsome Schizophrenic discovers the mess.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANDSOME SCHIZOPHRENIC&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother, will you ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(cleans up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQUARE-JAWED BOYFRIEND&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I haven't slept with my girlfriend for awhile. What gives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELPLESS SISTER&lt;br /&gt;Well, where is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQUARE-JAWED BOYFRIEND&lt;br /&gt;Ah, therein lies the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELPLESS SISTER&lt;br /&gt;We better call a detective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQUARE-JAWED BOYFRIEND&lt;br /&gt;I'll hire one with the money I didn't have to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INEPT P.I.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELPLESS SISTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're&lt;/em&gt; a detective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INEPT P.I.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I look a lot more imposing with my trench coat and hat. I'll find your friend, just watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Inept P.I. follows Jamie Lee Curtis's Mother When She Was A Babe's trail to Spooky, Desolate Motel.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INEPT P.I. &lt;em&gt;(to Handsome Schizophrenic)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haven't seen a young woman pass through here recently, have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANDSOME SCHIZOPHRENIC&lt;br /&gt;Who, me? Haha...that's crazy. Who told you that? Oh, you can look around if you want, sure. The guest rooms, the front office... I have nothing to hide. Just, uh, stay away from the eerie house on the hill, okay? I mean, it's not me, it's just my mother, she's in there and needs uh rest and stuff. So anyway, how ya doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Inept P.I. sneaks into the house.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INEPT P.I.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I see a scary, dark cellar...but I think the real evidence is upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(walks up the stairs)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Suddenly Scary Silhouette shows up and stabs Inept P.I.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24-PIECE STRING ORCHETRA&lt;br /&gt;DEE! DEE! DEE! DEE! DEE! DEE! &lt;em&gt;(repeat)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Inept P.I. dances backwards down the stairs and dies.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANDSOME SCHIZOPHRENIC &lt;em&gt;(shows up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother, again?! My Lord...having been raised by you, I swear sometimes I wonder how I turned out so well-adjusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(goes back to the motel office)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELPLESS SISTER AND SQUARE-JAWED BOYFRIEND &lt;em&gt;(arrive)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, have you seen a detective pass through here recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANDSOME SCHIZOPHRENIC&lt;br /&gt;Who, me? Haha...that's crazy. Who told you that? Oh, you can look around if you want, sure. The guest rooms, the front office... I have nothing to hide. Just, uh, stay away from the eerie house on the hill, okay? I mean, it's not me, it's just my mother, she's in there and needs uh rest and stuff. So anyway, how ya doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Square-Jawed Boyfriend distracts him while Helpless Sister sneaks into the house.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELPLESS SISTER&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I wonder what's in the cellar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Cut to Square-Jawed Boyfriend and Handsome Schizophrenic chatting it up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANDSOME SCHIZOPHRENIC&lt;br /&gt;Hey, wait! You're just trying to distract me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(knocks him out)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooooooother, here I come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Cut to Helpless Sister in the cellar. She comes across a skeleton wearing a sweater.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELPLESS SISTER&lt;br /&gt;Aw, that's cute... Hey, wait, you're a rotting corpse! Ahhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Knife in hand, Handsome Schizophrenic shows up in a dress.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANDSOME SCHIZOPHRENIC&lt;br /&gt;This is from my RuPaul line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Square-Jawed Boyfriend shows up and knocks him out at the last second.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQUARE-JAWED BOYFRIEND&lt;br /&gt;Booo-yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(An insane asylum. Handsome Schizophrenic is in a straight-jacket. Two doctors watch him from behind glass.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOCTOR ONE&lt;br /&gt;So how did he become crazy anyway? Abused as a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOCTOR TWO&lt;br /&gt;No... He found out he's going to be played by Vince Vaughn in the remake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOCTOR ONE&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-112138337690851699?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/112138337690851699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=112138337690851699' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112138337690851699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112138337690851699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/07/psycho.html' title='Psycho'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-112096413904429895</id><published>2005-07-09T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T19:35:22.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by: &lt;/strong&gt;Ron Howard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring: &lt;/strong&gt;Russell Crowe &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Los Angeles Dept. of Corrections #15779)&lt;/span&gt;, Jennifer Connelly &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(bra size 34C/D)&lt;/span&gt;, and Christopher Plummer &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(face-lift count: 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Russell Crowe is teaching class.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSSELL CROWE&lt;br /&gt;Not only will I eventually win the Nobel Prize, but I'm also the only attractive math professor east of the Mississippi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENNIFER CONNELLY&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me. There's too much noise from outside to concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSSELL CROWE&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, can't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENNIFER CONNELLY &lt;em&gt;(to Noisy Construction Workers)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, could you keep it down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOISY CONSTRUCTION WORKERS&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSSELL CROWE&lt;br /&gt;Eh, big deal. If I was a babe with bazookas like yours, everyone would listen to me too. Speaking of bazookas...it's time for my weekly meeting with the Department of Defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(goes to the Pentagon)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHADY GOVERNMENT GUY&lt;br /&gt;Decode this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He does.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHADY GOVERNMENT GUY&lt;br /&gt;Not bad. Now be on the lookout for secret Commie messages on everyday items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSSELL CROWE&lt;br /&gt;Makes sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Old Limey Roommate shows up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD LIMEY ROOMMATE&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio, Russell! Good to see ya, old chap. Wanna go boozin'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSSELL CROWE&lt;br /&gt;Nah. I gotta scan cereal boxes for Soviet propaganda. Hey...wasn't it weird how everytime in college when we used to go out, no one would ever acknowledge your existence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM PASSERBY &lt;em&gt;(to Russell Crowe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're speaking to yourself, crazy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSSELL CROWE&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(realizes only he can see Shady Government Guy and Old Limey Roommate)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, I see dead people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. NIGHT SHYAMALAMADINGDONG&lt;br /&gt;Hold everything! I own the exclusive rights to &lt;em&gt;that.&lt;/em&gt; You now owe $450,000 in royalties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Jennifer Connelly and Russell Crowe are married.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENNIFER CONNELLY&lt;br /&gt;Take your medicine so you won't be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSSELL CROWE&lt;br /&gt;But my medicine makes Mr. Peepee pooh-pooh out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY STRAIGHT MALE IN THE AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;How is it possible that the older Jennifer Connelly grows, the hotter she gets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSSELL CROWE&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, that's an interesting theorem. Makes me think of another one that's been bouncing around in my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(creates Super Math Equation)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, now I can win the Nobel Prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHADY GOVERNMENT GUY&lt;br /&gt;Not so fast. We still have Commies to hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSSELL CROWE&lt;br /&gt;But you're not real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHADY GOVERNMENT GUY&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I am. I've just been in a Korean death camp these past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSSELL CROWE&lt;br /&gt;There's only one way to be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(throws a phone at him; it passes right through and hits a bellhop)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it; I &lt;em&gt;am &lt;/em&gt;crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENNIFER CONNELLY&lt;br /&gt;That's what happens when you don't take your medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSSELL CROWE&lt;br /&gt;But when I take it, I can't get it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY STRAIGHT MALE IN THE AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn. It wouldn't matter if I was taking a slop bucket full of medication...if I was sleeping with Jennifer Connelly, I'd get it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-112096413904429895?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/112096413904429895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=112096413904429895' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112096413904429895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112096413904429895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/07/beautiful-mind.html' title='A Beautiful Mind'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-112049250427925712</id><published>2005-07-04T11:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T19:35:52.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Training Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; All the crooked cops in Los Angeles and Ethan Hawke&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENZEL&lt;br /&gt;Pay attention, kid. I'm going to show you how to be a cop in L.A. First lesson: smoke this crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETHAN HAWKE&lt;br /&gt;Uh...ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(does)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENZEL&lt;br /&gt;Second lesson: extort some dirty money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETHAN HAWKE&lt;br /&gt;Uh...ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(does)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENZEL&lt;br /&gt;Third lesson: shoot this guy and make it look like self-defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETHAN HAWKE&lt;br /&gt;Uh...no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(does not)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENZEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How dare you defy me! You just signed your own death warrant!&lt;/em&gt; Just playin', dawg. We're still tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(takes out a hit on Ethan Hawke's life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Later that night, Ethan Hawke interrupts Denzel's booty call.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;DENZEL&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I see you survived my hit squad. Well, you're a dead man now. All the brothas in this neighborhood have my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEIGHBORHOOD BROTHAS&lt;br /&gt;No, we just decided we hate you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENZEL&lt;br /&gt;Damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(gets his ass kicked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Beaten and bruised, Denzel is driving home after the fight.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;DENZEL&lt;br /&gt;This sure turned out to be one really shitty day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Suddenly, the Russian Mob shows up and turns him into swiss cheese.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-112049250427925712?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/112049250427925712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=112049250427925712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112049250427925712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112049250427925712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/07/training-day.html' title='Training Day'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-112048402324398703</id><published>2005-07-04T08:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T02:57:31.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grudge</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Buffy, Buffy's Stoner Boy-Toy, and some ghosts (not vampires)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Setting:&lt;/strong&gt; Tokyo, Japan&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;BILL PULLMAN'S WIFE&lt;br /&gt;Good morning, honey. Isn't it a lovely day? You seem a bit detached. Is everything all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Bill Pullman jumps off their twelfth floor balcony.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL PULLMAN'S WIFE&lt;br /&gt;I'll take that as a no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NERDY CAREWORKER&lt;br /&gt;You—Nurse Buffy—go check on Crazy Old Woman who lives across town. I'd send the usual careworker, but she mysteriously disappeared once stepping foot inside the obviously-haunted house. Well, cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NURSE BUFFY &lt;em&gt;(inside the spooky house)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello...is anyone here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GHOST CHICK&lt;br /&gt;Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NURSE BUFFY&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(faints)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Nurse Buffy is in the hospital.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NURSE BUFFY'S STONER BOY-TOY&lt;br /&gt;Oh man...wow, I thought you were a goner f'sure. Wanna have sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORONIC DETECTIVE&lt;br /&gt;Nurse Buffy, I need to ask you some questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NURSE BUFFY&lt;br /&gt;Detective, from the moment I entered that house I felt something was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORONIC DETECTIVE&lt;br /&gt;Hmm? Oh yes, well that's likely because we found a young couple corpsing it up in the attic alongside some chick's dismembered jaw. Or it could be because the last family that lived there was hideously butchered and now their violent ghosts are spooking the place. Actually, it's probably a little of column A, a little of column B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Nerdy Careworker is preparing to leave the Careworker Center. It's the middle of the night.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NERDY CAREWORKER&lt;br /&gt;Well, here I am, having wasted yet another Saturday night in the Careworker Center masturbating to file photos of crazy old women. I really need a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Dead Careworker Asian Chick shows up. She's missing her lower jaw, and her tongue's flapping around.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NERDY CAREWORKER&lt;br /&gt;Eh, that's pretty messed up! Then again, that tongue is kinda hot... Hmm, seems like as good a time as any to get my first French kiss. Okay baby, lay it on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(promptly dies)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NURSE BUFFY&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, my boy-toy is missing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORONIC DETECTIVE&lt;br /&gt;He probably went to the spooky house. Whatever you do, &lt;u&gt;don't go in that house!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;It will kill you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ten minutes later, Mornonic Detective goes in the house and is killed.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Flashback three years. Bill Pullman walks into the spooky house.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL PULLMAN&lt;br /&gt;Hello, anybody home? I keep getting these love letters sent from this address and, the stud that I am, I haven't gotten around to seeing who's been sending them until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ghost Boy shows up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL PULLMAN&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GHOST BOY&lt;br /&gt;Meow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL PULLMAN&lt;br /&gt;What's the matter, kid? &lt;em&gt;Cat got your tongue?&lt;/em&gt; Hahahahahaha! Get it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Nurse Buffy enters.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NURSE BUFFY&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, sorry, I must have the wrong scene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL PULLMAN&lt;br /&gt;No, it's okay. In fact, you're just in time. I'm about to uncover why this house is so spooky. So it's good you're here. Otherwise, we'd have to spend another half hour on exposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They search the house and find the bloody bodies of a man and woman. Bill Pullman goes to leave.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NURSE BUFFY&lt;br /&gt;Where're you going?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL PULLMAN&lt;br /&gt;I've got an appointment with a sidewalk I can't miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(leaves)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Nurse Buffy's Stoner Boy-Toy, suddenly crumpled in the corner, starts to groan.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NURSE BUFFY&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NURSE BUFFY'S STONER BOY-TOY&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I think I smoked some bad shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GHOST CHICK&lt;br /&gt;Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NURSE BUFFY&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, it's that ghost again! Time for me to put my pyromaniac tendancies to good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(burns down the house)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Nurse Buffy is back in the hospital.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NURSE BUFFY&lt;br /&gt;Thank God everything is all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORONIC DETECTIVE'S ASSISTANT&lt;br /&gt;Yes... Well except for the fact that your boyfriend died a grisly death. Speaking of which, his corpse is in the next room, take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She does.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NURSE BUFFY &lt;em&gt;(to the corpse)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sob.* You were the favorite of all my boy-toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GHOST CHICK&lt;br /&gt;Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NURSE BUFFY&lt;br /&gt;You again? Isn't it a bit cliched for you to show up and kill me in the final scene?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GHOST CHICK&lt;br /&gt;Look, lady, I get one stinkin' line in this whole flick. Cut me some slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-112048402324398703?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/112048402324398703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=112048402324398703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112048402324398703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/112048402324398703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/07/grudge.html' title='The Grudge'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111984246560474990</id><published>2005-06-26T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T19:36:36.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Multicolored game pieces, two dice, and a folding cardboard floorplan of a mansion&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIM CURRY&lt;br /&gt;1 + 1 + 2 + 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS SCARLET&lt;br /&gt;1 + 2 + 1 + 1 - 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIM CURRY&lt;br /&gt;1 + 1 + 2 - 2/3 + 48 factorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;What's any of this got to do with the board game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. PEACOCK&lt;br /&gt;My God, someone's killed Mr. Boddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLONEL MUSTARD&lt;br /&gt;And we didn't have dessert yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS SCARLET&lt;br /&gt;This is terrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. GREEN&lt;br /&gt;I'm a homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Silence.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Doorbell rings. They answer it.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNDERCOVER COP POSING AS A JEHOVAH'S WITNESS&lt;br /&gt;The kingdom of God is at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. PEACOCK&lt;br /&gt;I know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Undercover Cop Posing As A Jehovah's Witness &lt;/em&gt;begins to sweat.)&lt;br /&gt;You're the original teacher from "Head of the Class".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNDERCOVER COP POSING AS A JEHOVAH'S WITNESS&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROFESSOR PLUM&lt;br /&gt;So you moved from appearing on that prime-time sitcom to working as a door-to-door Jehovah's Witness promoter? Sounds like someone got a lucky break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. WHITE&lt;br /&gt;Flames...flaming on the side of my head...flaming flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. GREEN&lt;br /&gt;Did someone say flaming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIM CURRY&lt;br /&gt;Aha, I know who the murderer is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE ELSE&lt;br /&gt;Who?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIM CURRY&lt;br /&gt;Miss Scarlet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS SCARLET&lt;br /&gt;Muhahaha, you're right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(gets arrested)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Or maybe it happened like this...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIM CURRY&lt;br /&gt;I know who the murderer is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE ELSE&lt;br /&gt;Who?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIM CURRY&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Peacock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. PEACOCK&lt;br /&gt;Muhahaha, you're right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(gets arrested)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Or maybe it happened like this...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIM CURRY&lt;br /&gt;I know who the murderer is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE ELSE&lt;br /&gt;Who?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIM CURRY&lt;br /&gt;It was all of us! Except Mr. Green because he's an undercover cop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. GREEN&lt;br /&gt;That's right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(to his men)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 'em all away, boys. I'm going home to &lt;em&gt;sleep with my wife.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(silence)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it?! &lt;em&gt;I'M&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; GAY!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-111984246560474990?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111984246560474990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=111984246560474990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111984246560474990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111984246560474990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/06/clue.html' title='Clue'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111984034988560395</id><published>2005-06-26T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T19:37:06.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boiler Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Weasley Stockbrokers and Not-As-Weasley Stockbrokers&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIOVANNI'S DAD&lt;br /&gt;You're a punk kid and I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIOVANNI&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIOVANNI'S DAD&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...but it probably has something to do that crappy, under-the-table casino you run from your basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Giovanni shuts down his illegal casino.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIOVANNI&lt;br /&gt;Now do you like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIOVANNI'S DAD&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIOVANNI&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least now I can start an honest life! No more underhanded tricks to take people's cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY KATT, VIN DIESEL AND JAMIE KENNEDY&lt;br /&gt;Come with us and make dirty money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIOVANNI&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He goes to their investment firm.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN AFFLECK&lt;br /&gt;Hello, new recruits. You remind me of the flaky crust stuck to the rim of my ketchup bottle, but stay with this firm and one day you will be filthy rich. That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIOVANNI &lt;em&gt;(inner monologue)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I'd like to be rich. Maybe this is the place for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY KATT&lt;br /&gt;Here's how you steal money from customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(shows him)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He's got it.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOSER-GUY WHO LOOKS LIKE WILLIAM FITCHNER BUT ACTS LIKE JONATHAN PRYCE IN &lt;em&gt;GLENGARRY GLEN ROSS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy, upstanding family-man. Nothing could possibly come between me and my perfect life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Phone rings. He answers it.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIOVANNI &lt;em&gt;(on phone)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, sucker. Want to buy some stock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOSER-GUY WHO LOOKS LIKE WILLIAM FITCHNER BUT ACTS LIKE JONATHAN PRYCE IN &lt;em&gt;GLENGARRY GLEN ROSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I'm not sure. Is it good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIOVANNI&lt;br /&gt;Uh...yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOSER-GUY WHO LOOKS LIKE WILLIAM FITCHNER BUT ACTS LIKE JONATHAN PRYCE IN GLENGARRY GLEN ROSS&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've never met you, only talked to you for three seconds and have no idea what this stock is for, but you've sold me. Sign me up for ten million shares. Hold on, I'll get the number for the bank account containing my family's life savings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The days pass. Giovanni develops a conscience.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIOVANNI&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no... What have I done?! I've stolen people's money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIOVANNI'S DAD&lt;br /&gt;Worse than that. You also got me in trouble with the F.B.I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIOVANNI&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOSER-GUY WHO LOOKS LIKE WILLIAM FITCHNER BUT ACTS LIKE JONATHAN PRYCE IN &lt;em&gt;GLENGARRY GLEN ROSS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you made me lose my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIOVANNI&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM EVERETT SCOTT&lt;br /&gt;And you made me get this stupid haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIOVANNI&lt;br /&gt;Oh, n...wait a second, no I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The F.B.I. calls Giovanni at the firm.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.B.I.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna bust in in ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIOVANNI&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, I better make everything right again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He does.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIOVANNI&lt;br /&gt;Well Dad, I went from running an illegal casino to defrauding ordinary folks out of millions of dollars. And on top of all that, I lied to your face, almost got you charged with federal crimes, and came within inches of publically humiliating you, which certainly would have cost you your highly-prized judgeship. So now what do you think of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIOVANNI'S DAD&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-111984034988560395?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111984034988560395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=111984034988560395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111984034988560395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111984034988560395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/06/boiler-room.html' title='Boiler Room'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111927216232094860</id><published>2005-06-20T08:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T01:58:33.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jurassic Park III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Joe Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Sam Neill as Dr. Grant, William H. Macy as Disgruntled Dad, some dinosaurs, and a lot of trees&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. GRANT&lt;br /&gt;No force of man or earth will get me back to Jurassic Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM H. MACY&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I want to tour Jurassic Park. Will you be our guide? Here's a blank check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. GRANT&lt;br /&gt;What time's our flight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Dr. Grant, William H. Macy, Tea Leoni and others have landed on Jurassic Park.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM H. MACY&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I lied when I said we wanted to tour the island. Actually, our son vanished while parasailing over this place with my wife's bastard boyfriend. I also lied when I said I was rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. GRANT&lt;br /&gt;I see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(punches him)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(A spinosaurus shows up and eats half the search party. It is huge.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. GRANT&lt;br /&gt;And no one ever noticed this dinosaur before because...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. GRANT'S MENTALLY-CHALLENGED ASSISTANT&lt;br /&gt;Hey look, a velociraptor nest. A pair of raptor eggs would make a great engagement gift for my honey back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(secretly steals some eggs)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOST BOY &lt;em&gt;(shows up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, Mom, Dad and company, welcome to the island. Here, let me show you my pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(gives them a tour of his Swiss Family Robinson-style habitat)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM H. MACY&lt;br /&gt;Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. GRANT&lt;br /&gt;What is it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM H. MACY&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I've been horribly miscast and that this movie is going to suck. Is there any way I can get out of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM H. MACY'S AGENT&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Suddenly velociraptors that look like David Beckham show up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GROUP&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, the raptors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(escapes the raptors)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Repeat with every species of dinosaur.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The group is about to be rescued, but then the velociraptors ambush them.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. GRANT&lt;br /&gt;Again? What the hell do they want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. GRANT'S MENTALLY-CHALLENGED ASSISTANT&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they're looking for the eggs I stole from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. GRANT&lt;br /&gt;You sniff glue, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They give back the eggs but the dinosaurs don't leave.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM H. MACY&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, they're going to eat us now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. GRANT&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I speak raptor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He does so. The raptors quickly shuffle off.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM H. MACY&lt;br /&gt;What'd you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. GRANT&lt;br /&gt;I pointed out their embarassing new hairstyles. They won't be leaving the nest again any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOST BOY&lt;br /&gt;Hey look, the Army, Navy and Marines just arrived to save us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM H. MACY&lt;br /&gt;What the...? Where the hell did they come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. GRANT&lt;br /&gt;Who cares? We just reached the 90-minute mark. This travesty is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-111927216232094860?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111927216232094860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=111927216232094860' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111927216232094860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111927216232094860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/06/jurassic-park-iii.html' title='Jurassic Park III'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111917652747750449</id><published>2005-06-19T06:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T19:37:46.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thelma &amp; Louise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Ridley Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Impassioned Feminists and men who don't respect them&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THELMA&lt;br /&gt;I hate men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUISE&lt;br /&gt;I hate men more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THELMA&lt;br /&gt;No, you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUISE&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(kills a man)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THELMA&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUISE&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...we probably should get out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They take off in a Thunderbird and go on a cross country crime spree in support of feminism.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTOPHER MCDONALD&lt;br /&gt;Well, here I am, playing the asshole in yet another movie... But on to more current news, I don't understand how my wife could be a felon. I mean, she's just a &lt;em&gt;woman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMPASSIONED FEMINISTS IN THE AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Thelma and Louise are being chased by numerous police cars. They pull up to the edge of a huge chasm and realize they're trapped.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THELMA&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you know what'd be cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUISE&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THELMA&lt;br /&gt;If we just drove off the cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUISE&lt;br /&gt;Really? That would be cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THELMA&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUISE&lt;br /&gt;All right then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They drive off the cliff. &lt;u&gt;It is cool&lt;/u&gt;.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-111917652747750449?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111917652747750449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=111917652747750449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111917652747750449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111917652747750449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/06/thelma-louise.html' title='Thelma &amp; Louise'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111897697467901114</id><published>2005-06-16T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:06:33.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day After Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Roland Emmerich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Environmentally-Conscious Good Guys, Evil Political Bad Guys, and The Cold&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENNIS QUAID&lt;br /&gt;Everyone listen! We need to stop global warming or the environment will retaliate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY POLITICAN IN THE FILM&lt;br /&gt;Haha, you're insane. Global warming doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Super tornadoes devastate L.A., giant storm surges drown NYC, and a massive blizzard sends North America into a new ice age.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY POLITICAN IN THE FILM&lt;br /&gt;Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUBBLE BOY&lt;em&gt; (calling from a library in NYC)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENNIS QUAID &lt;em&gt;(in D.C.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(walks through the blizzard from D.C. to NYC, along the way ripping off scenes from&lt;/em&gt; Vertical Limit&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;Alive&lt;em&gt; and&lt;/em&gt; Lawrence of Arabia&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMSEL IN DISTRESS&lt;br /&gt;I think I have gangrene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUBBLE BOY&lt;br /&gt;I'll find some medicine in the Russian sub that just floated by our window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMSEL IN DISTRESS&lt;br /&gt;Wait, if the sub just floated by, then how can you get to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUBBLE BOY&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry. I'm sure by the time I get my scarf and galoshes on, the four million cubic tons of salt water will have frozen solid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He's right.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEAN CGI WOLVES&lt;em&gt; (entering the sub after Bubble Boy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr...we're mean. We want to eat you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUBBLE BOY&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, virtual wolves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(runs outside)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was close.  Now that I have the medicine, I shall return to my ailing girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The sky gets angry and releases The Cold.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUBBLE BOY&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, The Cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The Cold chases him back to the library. He makes it, but it is CLOSE.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUBBLE BOY&lt;br /&gt;Here's the medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMSEL IN DISTRESS&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. While you were gone, we took to burning books to stay warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUBBLE BOY&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it make more sense to burn all this wooden furniture first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(No response.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENNIS QUAID&lt;em&gt; (shows up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STRANDED&lt;br /&gt;Hooray! We're saved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMART STANDED GUY&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute. How exactly are you going to save us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENNIS QUAID&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm... I'm going to... Uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELICOPTER RESCUERS&lt;em&gt; (show up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STRANDED&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENNIS QUAID&lt;br /&gt;See, that's how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMART STRANDED GUY&lt;br /&gt;What was the purpose of you &lt;em&gt;walking&lt;/em&gt; here when we were going to have to use helicopters to escape anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENNIS QUAID&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, Poindexter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVIL VICE PRESIDENT TURNED GOOD&lt;br /&gt;I would like to apologize for Republicans everywhere. We had truly fucked up the planet. As compensation, I have deverted all incoming GOP funds to Amnesty International.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL MOORE&lt;br /&gt;Nice try, but that's not going to stop criticism from &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; radical! I've got a new documentary planned exposing the administration's hidden role in this global eco-disaster: &lt;em&gt;Fahrenheit —911. &lt;/em&gt;Isn't my title clever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAY BRADBURY&lt;br /&gt;Cunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-111897697467901114?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111897697467901114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=111897697467901114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111897697467901114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111897697467901114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-after-tomorrow.html' title='The Day After Tomorrow'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111811862123731629</id><published>2005-06-07T00:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T02:01:31.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blade Runner: Director's Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by: &lt;/strong&gt;Ridley Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Depressed cops, depressed replicants, and a happy unicorn&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The future is dark and depressing.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRYANT&lt;br /&gt;Kill all replicants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECKARD&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(starts killing the replicants)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RACHAEL&lt;br /&gt;I'm a replicant, but you can't kill me because you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECKARD&lt;br /&gt;You're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He nods off and the screen is filled with a giant unicorn prancing through a meadow.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOSE IN THE AUDIENCE WHO'D BEEN DOZING OFF&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOSE IN THE AUDIENCE WHO'D BEEN PAYING RAPT ATTENTION&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BATTY&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha! I'm the evil replicant. But I'm also sensitive. Look how beautifully the rain falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(dies)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECKARD&lt;br /&gt;That moved me. Now I'll run away with my replicant hottie. Hello, what's this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(picks up an oragami unicon)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRD OF THE AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Look, it's a unicorn! That means Deckard was a replicant all along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND THIRD OF THE AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Nah, it's just a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINAL THIRD OF THE AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Wait, what's a replicant again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ten years later...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARRISON FORD&lt;br /&gt;By the way everybody, I wasn't a replicant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIDLEY SCOTT&lt;br /&gt;Yes you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-111811862123731629?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111811862123731629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=111811862123731629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111811862123731629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111811862123731629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/06/blade-runner-directors-cut.html' title='Blade Runner: Director&apos;s Cut'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111786534917574459</id><published>2005-06-04T01:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:09:01.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shining</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Stanley Kubrick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring: &lt;/strong&gt;A screwed up family and a few dozen ghosts&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK NICHOLSON &lt;em&gt;(in a scary, maniacal close-up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well family, here we are, about to take care of this creepy hotel for the entire winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALLORAN&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I'm the groundskeeper. If something spooky happens, just call me and I'll be here in a jiffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHELLY DUVALL&lt;br /&gt;How can we reach you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALLORAN&lt;br /&gt;Have your psychic son send me a message. Any time after 3:00 is good but not during dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The days pass. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psychic Kid is confronted by twin girl ghosts in the hallway.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWIN GIRL GHOSTS&lt;br /&gt;Come play with us, Danny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHIC KID &lt;em&gt;(to himself)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn...if we were all ten years older, I'd be all over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(More days pass. Jack Nicholson enters one of the hotel rooms and sees a beautiful naked woman.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK NICHOLSON&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, come to papa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(begins to fondle her)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The beautiful naked woman turns into Old, Ugly, Liverspotted Naked Woman.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK NICHOLSON&lt;br /&gt;Yak! Oh well, at least you're still hotter than my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(More days pass.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHELLY DUVALL&lt;br /&gt;Jack, have you noticed anything strange in the hotel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK NICHOLSON&lt;br /&gt;Why, whatever do you mean, darling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHELLY DUVALL&lt;br /&gt;Well, for starters, why are you advancing on me while brandishing a baseball bat behind your back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK NICHOLSON&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll come clean. This hotel has driven me insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHELLY DUVALL&lt;br /&gt;But you already were insane at the start of the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK NICHOLSON&lt;br /&gt;All right, then this hotel has made me abusive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHELLY DUVALL&lt;br /&gt;But you were abusive before too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK NICHOLSON&lt;br /&gt;All right! Then this hotel has manifested the ghosts of dead, wealthy gentlemen who are constantly urging me to kill my wife and son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHELLY DUVALL&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Jack Nicholson chases them around the hotel. Shelly Duvall walks in on a giant dog giving some dude a blowjob.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIANT DOG&lt;br /&gt;A little privacy please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Halloran shows up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALLORAN&lt;br /&gt;Psychic Son, I got your psychic message, and I'm here to save the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Jack Nicholson whacks him in the gut with an axe.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REV. AL SHARPTON&lt;br /&gt;Look at that! The black man's the first to die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Jack Nicholson runs around a hedge maze outside and freezes to death.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVID KING READERS&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... That was nothing like the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Seventeen years later.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEPHEN KING&lt;br /&gt;I listened to all your complaints about the film and am proud to announce I've remade my story as a TNT miniseries. It's been heavily censored for television and stars the guy from "Wings".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE&lt;br /&gt;Boooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-111786534917574459?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111786534917574459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=111786534917574459' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111786534917574459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111786534917574459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/06/shining.html' title='The Shining'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111774226292628884</id><published>2005-06-02T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T19:38:56.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Species</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Agent Gandhi, Mr. Blonde, Sensitive Guy, Smart Chick, Horny Doctor, and a Hot Alien&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGENT GANDHI&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for coming. I have good news and bad news. The bad news is we created an alien from information gathered from outerspace, which has since broken free, killing everyone in its path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. BLONDE&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ! What's the good news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGENT GANDHI&lt;br /&gt;We decided to splice the alien DNA with that of a blonde Brooke Burke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMART CHICK&lt;br /&gt;What was the purpose of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGENT GANDHI&lt;br /&gt;Hey lady, my men and I work in an underground laboratory 24/7. Take a guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The team searches for the alien.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENSITIVE GUY&lt;br /&gt;I sense that the alien is scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They find a naked dead guy.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TEAM&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They find another naked dead guy.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMART CHICK&lt;br /&gt;Aha! She must be looking for a mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They find the alien and run her off the road into a conveniently-placed transformer, exploding her car.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TEAM&lt;br /&gt;Hooray! No need to confirm that was actually her...let's go party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They go to a bar.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMART CHICK &lt;em&gt;(to Mr. Blonde)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have sex with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. BLONDE&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(leaves with her to have sex)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HORNY DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT ALIEN WEARING A WIG&lt;br /&gt;You're old, fat, and ugly...everything I look for in a man. Let's have sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HORNY DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;YES! I knew this day would come eventually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They go back to his hotel room and have sex.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HORNY DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;Wow...that was fantastic. Now I can claim my lack of virginity with pride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT ALIEN WEARING A WIG&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually, you're still technically a virgin. See, I'm the alien. And you just got me pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HORNY DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God...you want child support!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sensitive Guy, Mr. Blonde, Smart Chick, and Agent Gandhi break down the door, guns in hand. The alien turns into her alien self and flees.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. BLONDE&lt;br /&gt;Quick, she went to the bottomless pit in the basement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They go.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGENT GANDHI&lt;br /&gt;There she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The alien kills him.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. BLONDE&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I better try a different approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(blows her head off with a shotgun, blasting the carcas into the bottomless pit)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMART CHICK&lt;br /&gt;Well, everything is finally back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENSITIVE GUY&lt;br /&gt;Uh, what about that alien baby in the corner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. BLONDE&lt;br /&gt;Save him for the sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-111774226292628884?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111774226292628884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=111774226292628884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111774226292628884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111774226292628884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/06/species.html' title='Species'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111760514652938867</id><published>2005-06-01T01:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T19:39:13.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forrest Gump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Robert Zemeckis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Forrest Gump, Doped-Up Hippie Chick, Pissed Off Army Guy, Bubba, 4 Presidents, and John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORREST GUMP&lt;br /&gt;My name is Forrest Gump. You can call me Forrest Gump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE ELSE&lt;br /&gt;Glad you cleared that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Forrest Gump joins the Army.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUBBA&lt;br /&gt;I like shrimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(dies)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORREST GUMP&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to become a shrimp boat cap'n to preserve Bubba's memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He does, becoming a millionaire and saving America several times over in the process.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORREST GUMP&lt;br /&gt;I have money and fame and shrimp, but I still don't have my doped-up hippie chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOPED-UP HIPPIE CHICK&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'll let you have sex with me, but then I'll run away, returning only when my baby needs a daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAURY POVICH&lt;br /&gt;And be sure to give me a ring when you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Everyone Forrest Gump knows dies or is seriously injured.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORREST GUMP&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna give up my fortune and stay a shrimp boat cap'n cause that's what Bubba would have wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUBBA'S GHOST&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn, enough with the shrimp already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-111760514652938867?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111760514652938867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=111760514652938867' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111760514652938867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111760514652938867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/06/forrest-gump.html' title='Forrest Gump'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111715827484590010</id><published>2005-05-26T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T03:16:21.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost World: Jurassic Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Steven Spielberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; 2 characters from the book, 137 characters from Steven Spielberg's mind, and numerous digital dinosaurs&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVEN SPIELBERG FANS&lt;br /&gt;Spielberg has never made a bad movie. We can't wait to see this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL CRICHTON FANS&lt;br /&gt;The book "The Lost World" was great. We can't wait to see this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVIL WEALTHY CAPITALIST&lt;br /&gt;Hello. I'm here because this movie needed a villain, and clearly the dinosaurs are the heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ECO-TERRORIST&lt;br /&gt;Hello. I'm supposed to be a good guy, but watch as every death and act of destruction can be traced back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGLY GAME HUNTER&lt;br /&gt;Hello. I'm the big, bad game hunter. However, because of Mr. Speilberg's brazen aversion to guns, I will not fire a single shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFF GOLDBLUM'S DAUGHTER&lt;br /&gt;Hello. I'm black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL CRICHTON FANS&lt;br /&gt;What the...? Who're all these people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVEN SPIELBERG FANS&lt;br /&gt;Bah, who cares if he changed the book? We're sure the movie will be excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Eco-Terrorist releases all the caged dinosaurs, thereby destroying every piece of communications equipment on the island.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Well that was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Eco-Terrorist kidnaps a baby T-Rex, causing its parents to demolish their trailer and kill their mechanics expert.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;And that was &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Eco-Terrorist secretly removes the bullets from Ugly Game Hunter's high-powered rifle, thereby eliminating the humans only defense against the rampaging dinos.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we're nominating this guy for the Darwin Award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(But everything is all right because Jeff Goldblum's daughter uses her gymnastic skills to kill the velociraptors.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Could this movie get any worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(A T-Rex escapes to the mainland and lays waste to San Diego.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be a rhetorical question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-111715827484590010?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111715827484590010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=111715827484590010' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111715827484590010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111715827484590010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/05/lost-world-jurassic-park.html' title='The Lost World: Jurassic Park'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111656263709686218</id><published>2005-05-19T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T22:35:13.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Armageddon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Michael Bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Oil Drillers, Astronauts, Comedians, and a combination thereof&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILLY BOB&lt;br /&gt;An asteroid is on a collison course with Earth, a fragment of which just killed Mr. Cooper's dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NASA SCIENTISTS&lt;br /&gt;Let's send burly yet comical oil drillers to plant a nuke beneath the asteroid's surface so we can split it in two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILLY BOB&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be easier to train astronauts to drill instead of training oil drillers to be astronauts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NASA SCIENTISTS&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRUCE WILLIS AND HIS GROUP OF RUFFIANS&lt;br /&gt;Here we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILLY BOB&lt;br /&gt;Train to be astronauts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The drillers do so. They suck.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRETTY BOY DRILLER &lt;em&gt;(to Bruce Willis)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having sex with your daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRUCE WILLIS&lt;br /&gt;I hate you. No I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILLY BOB&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now you're ready to go into space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They're not.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The drillers/comedians/astronauts fly through outerspace in two shuttles that maneuver like F-15s.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY RUSSIAN DRUNK &lt;em&gt;(alone on the International Space Station)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRILLERS/COMEDIANS/ASTRONAUTS&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They do. Five minutes later the space station blows up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRILLERS/COMEDIANS/ASTRONAUTS&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Oh well, now it's time to drill the asteroid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(One of the space shuttles crashes.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRILLERS/COMEDIANS/ASTRONAUTS IN THE OTHER SHUTTLE&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, they were all expendable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Bruce Willis begins to drill.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRUCE WILLIS&lt;br /&gt;Hey, this is harder than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE ON EARTH&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! Will they make it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUS ASTRONAUT&lt;br /&gt;Looks like you can't do it. Let's detonate the nuke on the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRUCE WILLIS&lt;br /&gt;No one criticizes my drill skills. Your skepticism has provided me with the determination to finish the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He's right.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUS ASTRONAUT&lt;br /&gt;Oops, the batteries on the nuke's remote control just died. Someone will have to stay behind to push the big red button himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRUCE WILLIS&lt;br /&gt;I'll do it. But first I'll construct a small film studio so I can say goodbye to my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He does. It is touching. The Drillers/Comedians/Astronauts take off, leaving him with the nuke. He blows the asteroid in two. Earth is saved.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE ON EARTH &lt;em&gt;(before they possibly could have learned the news)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILLY BOB &lt;em&gt;(to NASA Scientists)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey when you all planned this mission, did any of you consider the fact that an asteroid spins in three dimensions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NASA SCIENTISTS&lt;br /&gt;No. But we'll cover this plothole with a panoramic hero shot of the survivors strutting in front of a sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They do, and it is beautiful.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-111656263709686218?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111656263709686218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=111656263709686218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111656263709686218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111656263709686218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/05/armageddon.html' title='Armageddon'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111644820811865873</id><published>2005-05-18T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T19:40:07.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring It On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring&lt;/strong&gt;: Competing cheerleading squads and eh...that's about it&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1ST SQUAD&lt;br /&gt;We're white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ND SQUAD&lt;br /&gt;We're black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1ST SQUAD&lt;br /&gt;We're rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ND SQUAD&lt;br /&gt;We're poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1ST SQUAD&lt;br /&gt;We're suburbanites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ND SQUAD&lt;br /&gt;We're city-dwellers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1ST SQUAD&lt;br /&gt;We're stereotypes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ND SQUAD&lt;br /&gt;So are we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ninety minutes and eighty-three handsprings later.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1ST SQUAD&lt;br /&gt;We're good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ND SQUAD&lt;br /&gt;We're better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-111644820811865873?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111644820811865873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=111644820811865873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111644820811865873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111644820811865873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/05/bring-it-on.html' title='Bring It On'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111635894681268018</id><published>2005-05-17T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T19:40:28.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Donnie Darko</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Donnie Darko, Crack Rabbit, New Girlfriend, and a bunch of self-promoting cameos by Hollywood's B-list&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONNIE DARKO&lt;br /&gt;Hello. I'm a cool Gen-Xer in the year 1988. As you may gather from my name, I'm also quite disturbed. This makes me cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(goes to sleep)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOICE&lt;br /&gt;Donnie, get your ass up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Donnie sleepwalks to a golf course and encounters Bugs Bunny on Crack.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUGS BUNNY ON CRACK&lt;br /&gt;In 28 days the world will end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONNIE DARKO&lt;br /&gt;Well that's depressing... I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(walks home)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey look, while I was gone a jet engine fell on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The next day...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUGS BUNNY ON CRACK&lt;br /&gt;Flood the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONNIE DARKO&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He floods the school. Later:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUGS BUNNY ON CRACK&lt;br /&gt;Burn down Patrick Swayze's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONNIE DARKO&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He burns down Patrick Swayze's house. Later:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUGS BUNNY ON CRACK&lt;br /&gt;Have passionate sex with your new girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONNIE DARKO&lt;br /&gt;Okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He has wild animal sex with New Girlfriend.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONNIE DARKO&lt;br /&gt;Isn't anyone going to tell me what these freaky tunnels coming out of everybody's chests are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MULDER&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONNIE DARKO&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. New Girlfriend, come with me to visit the crazy old lady who lives down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW GIRLFRIEND&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They walk down the street. Bugs Bunny On Crack runs over New Girlfriend in his car, killing her.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONNIE DARKO&lt;br /&gt;Not cool, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(shoots the Crack Rabbit)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now what...? Oh yeah, stop the world from ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He drives to a hilltop and stares at the sky, which apparently fixes everything. He wakes up in his bed, 28 days earlier.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONNIE DARKO&lt;br /&gt;Ah, everything is back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(A jet engine falls on his bed, splattering him. We see a montage featuring a very post-1980s cover of Tears For Fears.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONNIE'S FAMILY&lt;em&gt; (outside the house, gawking at the wreckage)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! Poor Donnie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(From across the street, New Girlfriend stops her bike and observes the scene. She waves tenderly to Mrs. Darko, who sees her.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. DARKO&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, kid. That makes it all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-111635894681268018?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111635894681268018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=111635894681268018' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111635894681268018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111635894681268018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/05/donnie-darko_17.html' title='Donnie Darko'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111628789264431646</id><published>2005-05-16T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T23:50:11.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fugitive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Federal Marshal Tommy Lee Jones, Dr. Harrison Ford, other federal marshals and other doctors, including Evil Foreign Doctor&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. HARRISON FORD&lt;br /&gt;I didn't kill my wife. A one-armed man did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE ELSE&lt;br /&gt;Suuuuure... Now go to jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Dr. Harrison Ford packs into a prison transport headed for San Quentin, which apparently requires the crossing of an active rail line. In a shocking series of events, a train slams into the van, tossing it aside and allowing Dr. Harrison Ford to escape.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. HARRISON FORD&lt;br /&gt;Woot, woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEDERAL MARSHAL TOMMY LEE JONES&lt;br /&gt;Hold it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. HARRISON FORD&lt;br /&gt;I didn't kill my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEDERAL MARSHAL TOMMY LEE JONES&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Dr. Harrison Ford jumps off a cliff into the river below.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEDERAL MARSHAL TOMMY LEE JONES&lt;br /&gt;That...I wasn't expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Dr. Harrison Ford surfaces downstream. He shaves his beard and turns into Lt. Columbo.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. HARRISON FORD &lt;em&gt;(examining documents)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha! So Evil Foreign Doctor is the murderer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVIL FOREIGN DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;That's right. But if you were observant, the fact that I speak with a nondescript foreign accent would have triggered your suspicions from the very beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They fight in a dry cleaners. Dr. Harrison Ford wins.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. HARRISON FORD&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEDERAL MARSHAL TOMMY LEE JONES&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I tried to blow your head off before. Here, have an ice pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-111628789264431646?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111628789264431646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=111628789264431646' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111628789264431646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111628789264431646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/05/fugitive.html' title='The Fugitive'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111612795066345814</id><published>2005-05-14T22:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:56:34.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Titanic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; James Cameron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Evil Rich White People, Good Poor Immigrants, Idiotic Crew Members, and an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAPPY DRAMA QUEEN&lt;br /&gt;I'm rich, upper-class, and white. Woe is me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEAN CAPITALIST FIANCE&lt;br /&gt;I'm also rich, upper-class, and white. But I enjoy my advantaged existence, so I must be evil. You, Sappy Drama Queen, grovel at my feet and pay homage to my greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEONARDO DICAPRIO PLAYING LEONARDO DICAPRIO AS A POOR MAN&lt;br /&gt;I'm a poor criminal... My life rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THREE&lt;br /&gt;Hey, there's a big ship. Let's get on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They do.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAPPY DRAMA QUEEN&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I am so misunderstood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(readies to throw herself overboard)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEO DICAPRIO PLAYING LEO DICAPRIO AS A POOR MAN&lt;br /&gt;Don't do that. Instead, join my side of society. We're not rich, and we party 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAPPY DRAMA QUEEN&lt;br /&gt;Rock on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She descends with him to E-Deck and they party hard.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE UNSINKABLE KATHY BATES&lt;br /&gt;Hello. I'm rich too. But I am "new money", so I'm not evil. Plus, I crack jokes belittling my social equals. Hey Leo Playing Poor Leo, join us in the first class dining room for some of my funny antics. I have a good joke about forks I want you to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEO DICAPRIO PLAYING LEO DICAPRIO AS A POOR MAN&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for inviting me to dinner, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEAN CAPITALIST FIANCE&lt;br /&gt;No problem. But when we're done, be sure to promptly return below to the rest of your filth and grime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAPPY DRAMA QUEEN&lt;br /&gt;How COULD you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(runs away with Leo Dicaprio Playing Leo DiCaprio as a Poor Man)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEAN CAPITALIST FIANCE&lt;br /&gt;I'm so mean, I'm oblivious to my own evil. Therefore, I'll assume they ran off because the food was subpar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOKOUT 1&lt;br /&gt;Iceberg dead ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOKOUT 2&lt;br /&gt;Iceberg dead ahead?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1ST OFFICER MURDOCH&lt;br /&gt;Iceberg dead ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPTAIN&lt;br /&gt;Iceberg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1ST OFFICER MURDOCH&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPTAIN&lt;br /&gt;Where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1ST OFFICER MURDOCH&lt;br /&gt;Dead ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPTAIN&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, there it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The Titanic crashes into it.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, this is why I don't parallel park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1ST OFFICER MURDOCH&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, we're taking on water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPTAIN&lt;br /&gt;Silly, officer. This ship is unsinkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOMAS ANDREWS&lt;br /&gt;Actually...wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(proceeds to belittle the crew for their nominal intelligence)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The sappy lovers' sexual romp is interrupted by the crash.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEO DICAPRIO PLAYING LEO DICAPRIO AS A POOR MAN &lt;em&gt;(to Sappy Drama Queen)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ship's sinking! Quick, let's get to a lifeboat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEAN CAPITALIST FIANCE &lt;em&gt;(watching)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr, I'm so jealous!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(whips out his pistol and goes postal)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shooting at my fiancee! See how evil I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The sappy lovers retreat to D-Deck and swim to the other side of the ship.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEO DICAPRIO PLAYING LEO DICAPRIO AS A POOR MAN&lt;br /&gt;Here's a lifeboat. Get on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAPPY DRAMA QUEEN&lt;br /&gt;No. I've only known you for 48 hours, but I want to die with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEO DICAPRIO PLAYING LEO DICAPRIO AS A POOR MAN&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I get that a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEAN CAPITALIST FIANCEE&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I haven't done anything evil in awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(picks up a crying child, pretends to be his father, and gains access to a lifeboat)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll do nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The ship sinks.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAPPY DRAMA QUEEN &lt;em&gt;(lying on a piece of floating driftwood)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you go?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEO DICAPRIO PLAYING LEO DICAPRIO AS A POOR MAN&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, bobbing precariously in the subzero water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAPPY DRAMA QUEEN&lt;br /&gt;Are you mad at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEO DICAPRIO PLAYING LEO DICAPRIO AS A POOR MAN&lt;br /&gt;Why, because if you had gotten on that lifeboat like I told you &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;could be the one lying safely on that piece of driftwood? Nah... Just do me one favor. Never let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAPPY DRAMA QUEEN&lt;br /&gt;I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She lets go.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD SAPPY DRAMA QUEEN&lt;br /&gt;...and that's the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL PAXTON&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ, lady, I only asked you about the diamond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD SAPPY DRAMA QUEEN&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes. Well, you can't have it. In a few minutes I plan to throw it into the ocean as a testament of my undying love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL PAXTON&lt;br /&gt;How is that a testament of anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD SAPPY DRAMA QUEEN&lt;br /&gt;Quiet, whippersnapper, or I'll break out the cod liver oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-111612795066345814?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111612795066345814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=111612795066345814' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111612795066345814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111612795066345814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/05/titanic.html' title='Titanic'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111603855154271985</id><published>2005-05-13T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T19:41:44.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blair Witch Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Who the hell knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Who the hell cares&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;We can't wait to see this movie! The buzz is it stands out as the hallmark of intelligent horror. And it's based on a true story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Movie begins.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICK CAMPER&lt;br /&gt;I'm a single female who'll be spending the night in the woods to do a documentary on the Blair Witch. Who wants to tag along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STONER CAMPER&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAT CAMPER&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Chick Camper begins interviewing many different people of the town. One of the guy campers films it. The other guy camper does absolutely nothing.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;We're sure this exposition is going to build up to something terrifying! Pass the popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The campers spend the night in the woods. A twig falls on their tent, waking them.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMPERS&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh! What the fuck was that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;A twig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICK CAMPER&lt;br /&gt;Quick! Get the camera and swing it around wildly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They leave their tent and start running in circles.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICK CAMPER&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh! This is so scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(As the days pass, repeat ad nauseum.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICK CAMPER&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we find our way out of the woods?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAT CAMPER&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's because a few hours ago I tossed our map in some stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICK CAMPER&lt;br /&gt;Why the fuck did you do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAT CAMPER&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I'm a mental midget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They spend yet another night in the woods.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAT CAMPER &lt;em&gt;(wakes up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what happened to Stoner Camper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICK CAMPER&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They wander around aimlessly. The sun sets and they...spend another night in the woods.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;We're seeing a pattern here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(In the middle of the night another twig falls on their tent, waking them.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICK CAMPER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh no!!&lt;/em&gt; Let's run into this abandoned house!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAT CAMPER&lt;br /&gt;Ah, this is scary!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(gets knocked out from behind)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICK CAMPER&lt;br /&gt;Fat camper, where did you go?! Oh there you are, standing eerily in the dark corner like a psychopath. Wait a second...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(gets knocked out from behind)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Projectionist! The movie stopped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROJECTIONIST&lt;br /&gt;It's over, you dolts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;We paid $9 a head for &lt;em&gt;that?&lt;/em&gt; That's like $0.50 for every sound of a twig snapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;True, but they &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; some damn expensive twigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-111603855154271985?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111603855154271985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=111603855154271985' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111603855154271985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111603855154271985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/05/blair-witch-project_13.html' title='The Blair Witch Project'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111600442759557275</id><published>2005-05-13T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T19:42:11.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sphere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Barry Levinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Dr. Rainman, Sexy Blonde Scientist, Samuel L. Fucking Jackson, Scary Government Spook, and Queen Latifah (no, seriously)&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARY GOVERNMENT SPOOK&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Dr. Rainman. Do you know why you're here in a laboratory at the bottom of the sea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. RAINMAN&lt;br /&gt;Definitely, definitely a plane crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARY GOVERNMENT SPOOK.&lt;br /&gt;Actually it's a space craft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. RAINMAN&lt;br /&gt;United crashed four times since August 1990.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARY GOVERNMENT SPOOK&lt;br /&gt;Uh, ok, but this is a spaceship crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. RAINMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E.T.&lt;/em&gt; was filmed in 1981.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARY GOVERNMENT SPOOK&lt;br /&gt;Um...maybe I should try some of you other experts. What about you, Sexy Blonde Scientist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXY BLONDE SCIENTIST&lt;br /&gt;I view the spaceship as a giant phallis that has penetrated the ocean's virginity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARY GOVERNMENT SPOOK&lt;br /&gt;Uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMUEL L. FUCKING JACKSON&lt;br /&gt;Actually, and since I'm the only one here who appears to possess a smigeon of scientific knowledge, allow me to point out that the submerged ship couldn't have crashed into the water from the air because it's still structurally intact. Therefore, the sum of my academic insight suggests to me that the ship magically appeared at the bottom of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. RAINMAN&lt;br /&gt;Definitely, definitely appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARY GOVERNMENT SPOOK&lt;br /&gt;But we're four hundred feet below the surface!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. RAINMAN&lt;br /&gt;Three hundred eighty-six feet, nine inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARY GOVERNMENT SPOOK&lt;br /&gt;Enough of this...let's just board the damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMUEL L. FUCKING JACKSON&lt;br /&gt;Look at this, an empty condom wrapper...in English. This must be an American spaceship that travelled back in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXY BLONDE SCIENTIST&lt;br /&gt;Either that or Trojan has decided to outsource across the galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARY GOVERNMENT SPOOK&lt;br /&gt;Look at this, a giant gold sphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMUEL L. FUCKING JACKSON&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(disappears)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARY GOVERNMENT SPOOK&lt;br /&gt;What the...? Where'd he go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. RAINMAN&lt;br /&gt;Inside the sphere, definitely inside the sphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(An hour later, back in the their underwater laboratory...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMUEL L. FUCKING JACKSON&lt;br /&gt;Hello, everyone. I'm back from the inside the sphere. Notice my eerily subdued demeanor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARY GOVERNMENT SPOOK&lt;br /&gt;Look. The computer is writing to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPUTER&lt;br /&gt;Hello. How are you? My name is Jerry. I am your friend. I will kill you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The laboratory is attacked by a giant squid. Dr. Rainman squeals like a dying pig.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARY GOVERNMENT SPOOK&lt;br /&gt;Jerry, stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(killed from falling debris)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(All commotion stops.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXY BLONDE SCIENTIST&lt;br /&gt;What the hell just happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMUEL L. FUCKING JACKSON&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the sphere attacked us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXY BLONDE SCIENTIST&lt;br /&gt;We should surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMUEL L. FUCKING JACKSON&lt;br /&gt;Can't. There's a scary hurricane going on up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Time passes. They become paranoid.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXY BLONDE SCIENTIST &lt;em&gt;(to Samuel L. Fucking Jackson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You’re insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMUEL L. FUCKING JACKSON &lt;em&gt;(to Sexy Blonde Scientist)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you’re insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. RAINMAN&lt;br /&gt;Are you taking any prescription medication?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPUTER VOICE&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes to demolition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMUEL L. FUCKING JACKSON&lt;br /&gt;Demolition? How the hell did that happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXY BLONDE SCIENTIST&lt;br /&gt;Because after we went inside the sphere we all gained the power to manifest our fears, and I have a fear of standing near exploding shrapnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMUEL L. FUCKING JACKSON&lt;br /&gt;Wait, when did you two go inside the sphere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXY BLONDE SCIENTIST&lt;br /&gt;I assume it was during one of the several extended moments in the second act when the audience fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMUEL L. FUCKING JACKSON&lt;br /&gt;Well, we have to drive the emergency escape sub to the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. RAINMAN&lt;br /&gt;I’m an excellent driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They swim to the escape sub.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXY BLONDE SCIENTIST&lt;br /&gt;How much time do we have left, Doctor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. RAINMAN&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh. Only five minutes 'til Wapner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sexy Blonde Scientist maneuvers the sub to the surface, successfully evading the explosion. The hurricane has conveniently dissapated.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMUEL L. FUCKING JACKSON&lt;br /&gt;Hey, we made it. Now we all must agree to forget any of this ever happened, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXY BLONDE SCIENTIST&lt;br /&gt;You mean the sphere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMUEL L. FUCKING JACKSON&lt;br /&gt;No, I mean the fact that we took part in this movie. We've all had pretty decent film careers up until this point. If we can ignore the existence of this dud, we just might survive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL 4 PEOPLE REMAINING IN THE THEATRE&lt;br /&gt;Definitely, definitely a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-111600442759557275?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111600442759557275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=111600442759557275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111600442759557275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111600442759557275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/05/sphere.html' title='Sphere'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111586475813178240</id><published>2005-05-11T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T14:56:35.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Angry Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; A bunch of angry men (twelve to be exact)&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The jurors assemble in the deliberation room to decide the fate of a young man on trial for murder.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOREMAN&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a vote. What do you all think? I say, guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUROR 2&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUROR 3&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUROR 4&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUROR 5&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUROR 6&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUROR 7&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUROR 9&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUROR 10&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUROR 11&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUROR 12&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOREMAN&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that takes care of that...wait a minute, what about you, Juror 8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUROR 8&lt;br /&gt;Not guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER JURORS&lt;br /&gt;*grumble, grumble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sixty minutes later.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOREMAN&lt;br /&gt;Time for another vote. I say, not guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUROR 2&lt;br /&gt;Not guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUROR 4&lt;br /&gt;Not guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUROR 5&lt;br /&gt;Not guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUROR 6&lt;br /&gt;Not guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUROR 7&lt;br /&gt;Not guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUROR 8&lt;br /&gt;Not guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUROR 9&lt;br /&gt;Not guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUROR 10&lt;br /&gt;Not guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUROR 11&lt;br /&gt;Not guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUROR 12&lt;br /&gt;Not guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOREMAN&lt;br /&gt;All right, great, let's tell the judge we're rea— Wait a second, what about you, Juror 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUROR 3&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER JURORS&lt;br /&gt;You are old, mean, and not as charming as Henry Fonda. Therefore, we will badger you until you change your vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUROR 3&lt;br /&gt;In that case, not guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARK GERAGOS, F. LEE BAILEY &amp;amp; THE GHOST OF JOHNNIE COCHRAN&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-111586475813178240?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111586475813178240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=111586475813178240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111586475813178240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111586475813178240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/05/12-angry-men.html' title='12 Angry Men'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111582606893774159</id><published>2005-05-11T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T01:13:23.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bram Stoker's Dracula</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Francis Ford Coppola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring&lt;/strong&gt;: Stoned "British" Guy, Count Shakespeare, Sexually-Repressed Victorian Female, Sexually-Explicit Victorian Female, Bug Muncher, Bug Muncher's Doctor, 19th Century Hannibal Lector, Cowboy, Uptight British Guy, and Pointy-Teeth Prostitutes&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNT SHAKESPEARE&lt;br /&gt;Thou art welcome in my castle, Mr. Harker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STONED "BRITISH" GUY&lt;br /&gt;Wild, man. This is trippy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNT SHAKESPEARE&lt;br /&gt;Thou must be hungry from thou journey. Come, eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STONED "BRITISH" GUY&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I've got the munchies bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(As he eats, he unknowingly pricks himself with his steak knife.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNT SHAKESPEARE&lt;br /&gt;Ah...thou hath cut thouself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STONED "BRITISH" GUY&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the heads-up. I've smoked away all the sensation above my waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Count Shakespeare drops to his knees and begins to lap at the blood dripping on the floor.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STONED "BRITISH" GUY&lt;br /&gt;Uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNT SHAKESPEARE&lt;br /&gt;Ah, excuse me. This is customary in my country. Now, I must retire for I hath dined already. Thou may explore the castle at will but be surest not to hath sex with any pointy-teeth prostitutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(leaves)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STONED "BRITISH" GUY&lt;br /&gt;Whoa...how'd he know 'bout that chick in Nevada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He falls asleep. Pointy-Teeth Prostitutes show up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POINTY-TEETH PROSTITUTES&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...Keanu Reeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They advance on him, kissing him all over his body. He wakes up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STONED "BRITISH" GUY&lt;br /&gt;Best. Acid flashback. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNT SHAKESPEARE &lt;em&gt;(appears)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dare thou touch him! He is mine! Here, thou may feast on this baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They do.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STONED "BRITISH" GUY&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that is just &lt;em&gt;wrong.&lt;/em&gt; I gotta peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXUALLY-REPRESSED VICTORIAN FEMALE&lt;br /&gt;I am ever so worried about Jonathan. He hasn't written for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXUALLY-EXPLICIT VICTORIAN FEMALE&lt;br /&gt;I just fucked three different guys at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXUALLY-REPRESSED VICTORIAN FEMALE&lt;br /&gt;Lucy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXUALLY-EXPLICIT VICTORIAN FEMALE&lt;br /&gt;Mina, you're such a prude. Now if you'll excuse me, it's the middle of the night and I feel like taking a leisurely beachside stroll alone in just a nightgown. Adieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She does and is raped by Count Shakespeare in wolf form.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRUDES IN AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Bestiality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUG MUNCHER'S DOCTOR &lt;em&gt;(to Bug Muncher)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your bug eating a result of watching too much "Fear Factor"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTENDANT&lt;br /&gt;Doctor, Miss Lucy is sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Bug Muncher's Doctor calls 19th Century Hannibal Lector. They observe the ill Sexually-Explicit Victorian Female.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19TH CENTURY HANNIBAL LECTOR&lt;br /&gt;Look at the marks on her neck. Someone has dined on her, likely with fava beans and a nice chianti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(licks lips)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ten minutes later.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUG MUNCHER'S DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;How is she now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19TH CENTURY HANNIBAL LECTOR&lt;br /&gt;She's dead. Well, actually, she is &lt;em&gt;undead.&lt;/em&gt; Therefore, we must cut off her head and feast on her liver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUG MUNCHER'S DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19TH CENTURY HANNIBAL LECTOR&lt;br /&gt;I mean...we must cut off her head and drive a stake through her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUG MUNCHER'S DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;Oh ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sexually-Repressed Victorian Female retrieves Stoned "British" Guy from a hospital. His hair has turned completely white.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXUALLY-REPRESSED VICTORIAN FEMALE&lt;br /&gt;What happened to your hair?! Is this because of the fright you've experienced during your trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STONED "BRITISH" GUY&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I just smoked some bad shrooms on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They arrive home.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXUALLY-REPRESSED VICTORIAN FEMALE&lt;br /&gt;Where's Lucy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUG MUNCHER'S DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;Hmm? Oh, we cut off her head and drove a stake through her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXUALLY-REPRESSED VICTORIAN FEMALE&lt;br /&gt;I need some air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She goes into town.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNT SHAKESPEARE&lt;br /&gt;My apologizes, Miss, but thou lookest as my former wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXUALLY-REPRESSED VICTORIAN FEMALE&lt;br /&gt;How sweet! Let's have an affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They do.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STONED "BRITISH" GUY&lt;br /&gt;Yo Mina, have you been kickin' it with a vampire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXUALLY-REPRESSED VICTORIAN FEMALE&lt;br /&gt;No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUG MUNCHER'S DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;Then why are those marks on your neck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19TH CENTURY HANNIBAL LECTOR&lt;br /&gt;She's become the devils concubine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(begins to hump her leg)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNT SHAKESPEARE &lt;em&gt;(appearing)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begone! She is mine, and thou art fools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19TH CENTURY HANNIBAL LECTOR&lt;br /&gt;We have descecrated your coffins! You are no longer welcome here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNT SHAKESPEARE&lt;br /&gt;No!!!!! Then I shall return to my castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He does. The British upper class chases him.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19TH CENTURY HANNIBAL LECTOR&lt;br /&gt;There he is, lying in his coffin! Stake him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Bug Muncher's Doctor drives the stake.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXUALLY-REPRESSED VICTORIAN FEMALE&lt;br /&gt;Nooooo!! I wanted him to take my virginity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STONED "BRITISH" GUY&lt;br /&gt;Heh, apparently you forget the night I gave you that double shot of schnapps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sexually-Repressed Victorian Female drags Count Shakespeare's body into the castle.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXUALLY-REPRESSED VICTORIAN FEMALE&lt;br /&gt;I will remain with you for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNT SHAKESPEARE&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(dies)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXUALLY-REPRESSED VICTORIAN FEMALE&lt;br /&gt;Ah, crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-111582606893774159?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111582606893774159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=111582606893774159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111582606893774159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111582606893774159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/05/bram-stokers-dracula.html' title='Bram Stoker&apos;s Dracula'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111569942135270472</id><published>2005-05-10T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T19:43:21.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Rebellious 13-Year-Old Girls and their Single Moms&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT GIRL&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being made fun of in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL FROM THE WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS&lt;br /&gt;Then come hang out with me and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She does. Now they are dressing as sluts.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL FROM THE WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS&lt;br /&gt;This is how you get a boy to like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(goes down on him)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT GIRL&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE &lt;em&gt;(shifting uncomfortably in their seats)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL FROM THE WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS&lt;br /&gt;Now let's do drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT GIRL&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They get high and cat-fight with each other, then begin to kiss.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE &lt;em&gt;(shifts again)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT GIRL'S SINGLE MOM&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing? Didn't I raise you not to do drugs, sleep around, and engage in lesbianism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT GIRL&lt;br /&gt;Mom, you're so lame. This is what all the &lt;em&gt;cool&lt;/em&gt; girls do. By the way, my new friend here is moving in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT GIRL'S SINGLE MOM&lt;br /&gt;I can't handle this by myself! Where's your father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT GIRL'S DEADBEAT DAD&lt;br /&gt;Here I am. I'll show up for just long enough to establish my futility... Okay, that should do it. See ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT GIRL &lt;em&gt;(to Good Friends)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;Go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT GIRL&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I've lost all my good friends. Maybe being popular isn't what it's cracked up to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL FROM THE WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, my mom found out we've been stealing. Oh well, I'll just blame it all on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT GIRL&lt;br /&gt;I see now I should have been myself. Now I have no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT GIRL'S SINGLE MOM&lt;br /&gt;No, dear, you have me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They hug.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;We can't decide: indie film or thinly-veiled Lifetime afterschool special?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-111569942135270472?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111569942135270472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=111569942135270472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111569942135270472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111569942135270472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/05/thirteen.html' title='Thirteen'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111568392699985574</id><published>2005-05-09T20:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T22:49:48.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Field of Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Phil Alden Robinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Kevin Costner, James Earl Jones, and a bunch of dead baseball players&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOICE&lt;br /&gt;If you build it, he will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN COSTNER&lt;br /&gt;Build what? Oh wait, maybe you mean a baseball field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He builds a baseball field on his farm and dead baseball players show up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOICE&lt;br /&gt;Go the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN COSTNER&lt;br /&gt;Go where? Oh wait, maybe you mean across the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He drives across the country in his hippie van.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOICE&lt;br /&gt;Ease his pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN COSTNER&lt;br /&gt;Ease whose pain? Oh wait, maybe you mean James Earl Jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He brings James Earl Jones to his baseball field.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN COSTNER'S DEAD FATHER&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN COSTNER&lt;br /&gt;Dad? Oh, so you were the one the voice was talking about. Then...why did all these dead baseball players show up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAD BASEBALL PLAYERS&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-111568392699985574?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111568392699985574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=111568392699985574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111568392699985574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111568392699985574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/05/field-of-dreams_09.html' title='Field of Dreams'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111566824118350612</id><published>2005-05-09T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T19:44:16.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruel Intentions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Sluts, Virgins, and Token Black Guy&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLUT BOY&lt;br /&gt;Fuck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY GIRL IN THE MOVIE EXCEPT SLUT GIRL AND CUTE VIRGIN&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They shag.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLUT GIRL&lt;br /&gt;Hey Slut Boy, I'll let you screw me if you screw Cute Virgin first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLUT BOY&lt;br /&gt;Two more sexual romps? How can I say no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(approaches Cute Virgin)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTE VIRGIN&lt;br /&gt;Buzz off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLUT BOY&lt;br /&gt;What?! Have I lost my slut powers? Hmm...this may take a tad more creativity on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLUT GIRL&lt;br /&gt;Now Dumbass Virgin, I'm going to personally teach you how to French kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUMBASS VIRGIN&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLUT GIRL&lt;br /&gt;Because we're over-budget and have to lock in the male 13-26 crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They kiss. It is hot.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUMBASS VIRGIN&lt;br /&gt;Oooh la la! When I grow up, I want to be a slut just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLUT GIRL&lt;br /&gt;Why wait? You can start today. Go fuck Slut Boy and Token Black Guy. That surely will create some drama to entertain me through my life of perpetual boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUMBASS VIRGIN&lt;br /&gt;Tee-hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLUT BOY&lt;br /&gt;See how sensitive and responsive I've been to your wants and needs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTE VIRGIN&lt;em&gt; (sniff)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong about you. I want us to spend the rest of our lives together. Let's consumate our future marriage with a physical showing of our love for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLUT BOY&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTE VIRGIN&lt;br /&gt;Let's fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLUT BOY&lt;br /&gt;Oh, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They shag.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTE VIRGIN&lt;br /&gt;That was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLUT BOY&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... By the way, I just used you for sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTE VIRGIN&lt;br /&gt;Prick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She kicks him out. He returns home.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLUT BOY &lt;em&gt;(to Slut Girl)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I did Cute Virgin. Now drop your drawers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLUT GIRL&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I was just kidding. Now I will take twisted amusement in the fact that you threw away your one chance at true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLUT BOY&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(goes back to Cute Virgin's house)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTE VIRGIN&lt;br /&gt;Prick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Slut Boy wonders into a random busy intersection. Token Black Guy shows up and they fight. Slut Boy is hit by a semitruck. Cute Virgin rushes over.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTE VIRGIN&lt;em&gt; (to Slut Boy's mangled corpse)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really did love you, Slut Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLUT GIRL &lt;em&gt;(at Slut Boy's funeral)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hot, even at a funeral. I'm invincible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Cute Virgin distributes embarassing propaganda about Slut Girl to all in attendance.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLUT GIRL&lt;br /&gt;Noooooooooooooooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(explodes)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE OVER 18&lt;br /&gt;Meh...this was just a rehash of "Dangerous Liasons", which in itself was based on some French book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE UNDER 18&lt;br /&gt;What an original movie! We hope it wins an Oscar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-111566824118350612?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111566824118350612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=111566824118350612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111566824118350612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111566824118350612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/05/cruel-intentions.html' title='Cruel Intentions'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111561209466597004</id><published>2005-05-09T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T22:57:46.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disclosure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written by:&lt;/strong&gt; The same guy who wrote...Jurassic Park?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Michael Douglas, Demi Moore, and...Dennis Miller?&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL DOUGLAS&lt;br /&gt;Hey look, my ex-girlfriend Demi Moore is now my new boss. Don't you think that's strange, Dennis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENNIS MILLER&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck am I doing in this movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMI MOORE&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Michael. I'd like to have a private meeting with you in my office tonight. Dress comfortably...that is if you choose to dress at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(leaves)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENNIS MILLER&lt;br /&gt;Damn...given the chance, I'd be all over her like Michael Moore on a burrito. Definitely bangable. Of course, that's just my opinion; I could be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMI MOORE &lt;em&gt;(in her office with Michael Douglas)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for coming. Let's skip the pleasantries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL DOUGLAS&lt;br /&gt;Um, you're unbuttoning my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMI MOORE&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL DOUGLAS&lt;br /&gt;I can't do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMI MOORE&lt;br /&gt;Why not? Aren't I hotter than your wife? Did you turn gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL DOUGLAS&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the answers to these questions. I must go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNIVELING IN-HOUSE LAWYER&lt;br /&gt;Hey Michael, Demi Moore is suing you for sexual harassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL DOUGLAS&lt;br /&gt;What? But she sexually harassed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNIVELING IN-HOUSE LAWYER&lt;br /&gt;Hah, that's a good one. What middle-aged man would refuse Demi Moore's advances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL DOUGLAS&lt;br /&gt;I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNIVELING IN-HOUSE LAWYER&lt;br /&gt;Are you gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL DOUGLAS&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL DOUGLAS'S CHICK LAWYER&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing we found that secret recording that inadvertantly taped Demi Moore's conversation with you that night. Otherwise the plot of this movie couldn't have advanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL DOUGLAS&lt;br /&gt;True, but I don't think this is over yet. Let me change into my virtual reality self and do some more investigating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Wait...&lt;em&gt;whaaat?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIRTUAL REALITY MICHAEL DOUGLAS&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! There's Virtual Reality Demi Moore! She's trying to erase company records to set me up. There's only one way to fix this: I have to call India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMI MOORE&lt;br /&gt;Michael, I just told everyone you're a terrible worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL DOUGLAS&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah? Well take a look at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(shows the company a tape of Demi Moore being a terrible worker)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMI MOORE&lt;br /&gt;Nooooooooo!! Oh well, you haven't seen the last of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL DOUGLAS&lt;br /&gt;I think the possibility of a sequel being made to this film is remote at best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMI MOORE&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, saying it makes my character sound cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-111561209466597004?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111561209466597004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=111561209466597004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111561209466597004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111561209466597004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/05/disclosure_09.html' title='Disclosure'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111552027020113314</id><published>2005-05-07T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T19:44:53.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Private Ryan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Steven Spielberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Forrest Gump With A Machine Gun, Army Grunts, Evil Germans, and Matt Damon&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(U.S. Troops land on Omaha Beach and fight Evil Germans. Both sides suffer heavy losses.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORREST GUMP WITH A MACHINE GUN&lt;br /&gt;Listen up you grunts in my squad, I've been assigned to retrieve some private stationed deep behind enemy lines. It won't be an easy mission. It's gonna be violent, it's gonna be painful, and it's gonna be exhausting...so who wants to come with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Silence.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORREST GUMP WITH A MACHINE GUN&lt;br /&gt;Well too fucking bad, you're all coming. That's right, you just heard Forrest Gump say fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The squad advances through the French countryside. They start getting killed off one by one.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUSSY SOLDIER&lt;br /&gt;Hey, this is like a Friday the 13th flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOUGH SOLDIER WHO ISN'T VIN DIESEL&lt;br /&gt;All right, I've had just about enough. Where's this guy we're supposed to save?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT DAMON&lt;br /&gt;You mean me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOUGH SOLDIER WHO ISN'T VIN DIESEL&lt;br /&gt;You gotta be kidding. We lost half our squad to save Matt fucking Damon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN AFFLECK &lt;em&gt;(appearing)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look on the bright side; it could've been me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT DAMON&lt;br /&gt;So why'd you all come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORREST GUMP WITH A MACHINE GUN&lt;br /&gt;You're lucky. You get to go home because your three brothers were horribly killed in combat. Oops...I think my cold, wartime persona just kicked in again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT DAMON&lt;br /&gt;Well if they're all dead then I have no reason to go back, so I'm staying to help defend this bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMAINDER OF FORREST GUMP'S SQUAD &lt;em&gt;(grumbling)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The squad stays and fights alongside Matt Damon to halt the Evil German offensive. They're outnumbered 200:1 and they all die except Matt Damon and Pussy Soldier.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Great, the two most annoying guys survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The movie advances to present day. We see a much older Matt Damon kneeling at the graves of the fallen squad&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Well if there's any consolation, it's that Matt Damon is going to turn into one butt-ugly old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-111552027020113314?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111552027020113314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=111552027020113314' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111552027020113314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111552027020113314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/05/saving-private-ryan.html' title='Saving Private Ryan'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111547981899792207</id><published>2005-05-07T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T19:45:08.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Roland Emmerich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Fresh Prince, Fresh Prince's Stripper Girlfriend, Jewish TV Repairman, Jewish TV Repairman's Jewish Father, Boring President, Alcoholic Comedian, and A Very Gay Harvey Fierstein&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A VERY GAY HARVEY FIERSTEIN&lt;br /&gt;Why's there all this television interference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEWISH TV REPAIRMAN&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it has something to do with those 15-mile wide alien space ships over our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A VERY GAY HARVEY FIERSTEIN&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, what should we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEWISH TV REPAIRMAN&lt;br /&gt;Well, according to my &lt;strong&gt;APPLE POWERBOOK LAPTOP&lt;/strong&gt;, the aliens are transmitting a countdown signal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A VERY GAY HARVEY FIERSTEIN&lt;br /&gt;Wow, you can figure all this out but you still can't get me free HBO. What a world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALCOHOLIC COMEDIAN&lt;br /&gt;Haha, look here. I'm the stock alcoholic who's wasted away his life and now lives a pathetic existence in a trailer-park. Please laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALCOHOLIC COMEDIAN'S ILLEGITIMATE SON&lt;br /&gt;Look, spaceships!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALCOHOLIC COMEDIAN&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, the aliens have come back for me! Wait...why should I be nervous? Finally something has come to put an end to my monotonous daily routine of flying my cropduster while binge drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORING PRESIDENT&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...aliens. Well, I'm sure they'll be peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The aliens start blowing up shit.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORING PRESIDENT&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's enough for me. Let's high-tail Air Force One out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEWISH TV REPAIRMAN&lt;br /&gt;Hi. I just wanted to tell you that the aliens are bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORING PRESIDENT&lt;br /&gt;Well, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEWISH TV REPAIRMAN&lt;br /&gt;I was also hoping my dad and I could hitch a ride with you. And in the process perhaps I could reunite with my former wife, your current Press Secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;His former wife? Sure... We'd believe the alien plot-line before we'd buy that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRESH PRINCE&lt;br /&gt;I'm anxious to whoop E.T.'s ass!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENERIC FIGHTERPILOTS&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(All the fighterpilots including Fresh Prince get involved in air combat with the aliens. Every pilot except Fresh Prince dies.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRESH PRINCE&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that was close. Thankfully I survived. Otherwise, my girlfriend might have had to support herself by stripping. Oh wait, she already does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRIGGER-HAPPY SECRETARY OF DEFENSE&lt;br /&gt;Nuke 'em! Nuke em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They nuke the aliens. It has no effect.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRIGGER-HAPPY SECRETARY OF DEFENSE&lt;br /&gt;Nuke 'em again! Nuke 'em again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORING PRESIDENT&lt;br /&gt;No. We only nuked them the first time to demonstrate to the audience the futility of nuclear weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEWISH TV REPAIRMAN&lt;br /&gt;Well now what are we going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEWISH TV REPAIRMAN'S JEWISH FATHER&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm only here for the occasional funny Jewish quip, but how about we fly that alien saucer in Area 51 to the mother ship and wreck some havoc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORING PRESIDENT&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell's going to fly that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRESH PRINCE&lt;br /&gt;I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORING PRESIDENT&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRESH PRINCE&lt;br /&gt;No time to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORING PRESIDENT&lt;br /&gt;Fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEWISH TV REPAIRMAN&lt;br /&gt;I'll come with you. I'll use my &lt;strong&gt;APPLE POWERBOOK LAPTOP&lt;/strong&gt; to upload a computer virus into the alien's central processor, thereby disabling all their communications and defenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORING PRESIDENT&lt;br /&gt;You can do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEWISH TV REPAIRMAN&lt;br /&gt;Not with an IBM Thinkpad. But with an &lt;strong&gt;APPLE POWERBOOK LAPTOP&lt;/strong&gt; it'll be a piece of cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Fresh Prince and Jewish TV Repairman fly the alien saucer to the mother-ship and disable its technology.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORING PRESIDENT&lt;br /&gt;All right, time for me to personally shoot these suckers down. See, I'm not so boring after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Boring President joins Alcoholic Comedian and the other fighter-pilots in fully equpped F-15s. They fight the aliens and win. Everyone is happy. There are fireworks. Fresh Prince marries his stripper girlfriend and Jewish TV Repairman is reunited with his former wife.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPLE SPOKESPERSON&lt;br /&gt;We hope you enjoyed &lt;em&gt;Independence Day.&lt;/em&gt; Please note how our &lt;strong&gt;APPLE POWERBOOK LAPTOP&lt;/strong&gt; was used to save the world. Thank you and have a nice night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* This line has not been altered from its film counterpart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-111547981899792207?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111547981899792207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=111547981899792207' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111547981899792207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111547981899792207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/05/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111538456896995973</id><published>2005-05-06T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T19:46:23.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulholland Dr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; David Lynch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Two hot chicks and some very odd people&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT BRUNETTE&lt;br /&gt;I think I was in a car accident, but I lost my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT BLONDE&lt;br /&gt;I'll help you figure out who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(A bunch of crazy shit begins to happen.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COWBOY&lt;br /&gt;Yee-haw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Hot Brunette takes off her clothes.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT BRUNETTE&lt;br /&gt;Make out with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT BLONDE&lt;br /&gt;All right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They start making out.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, a lesbian scene! Who'da thunk it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(A whole bunch of crazier shit happens. We think people die, but we're not sure.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FILM SNOBS &lt;em&gt;(lying)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha, we get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;We don't. But there were hot, naked lesbians, so the movie must be genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-111538456896995973?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111538456896995973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=111538456896995973' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111538456896995973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111538456896995973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/05/mulholland-dr.html' title='Mulholland Dr.'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111538369961385012</id><published>2005-05-06T08:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T23:13:24.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Good Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; Rob Reiner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Multiple JAG officers, a couple soldier murderers, and a Scary Colonel&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COM. DEMI MOORE, ESQ.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you've been assigned to represent two privates accused of murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LT. TOM CRUISE, ESQ.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. By the way, you're hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LT. TOM CRUISE, ESQ.&lt;br /&gt;Why did you kill that guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOLDIER MURDERERS&lt;br /&gt;We were ordered to give him a code red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COM. DEMI MOORE, ESQ.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...this sounds interesting. Let's investigate it further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LT. KEVIN BACON, ESQ.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the prosecutor. You should give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LT. TOM CRUISE, ESQ.&lt;br /&gt;I should hate you because you represent the bad side, but you also play softball with me, so I'm conflicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LT. TOM CRUISE, ESQ.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I found our missing witness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COM. DEMI MOORE, ESQ.&lt;br /&gt;That's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LT. TOM CRUISE, ESQ.&lt;br /&gt;But he blew his brains out all over the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COM. DEMI MOORE, ESQ.&lt;br /&gt;That's bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LT. TOM CRUISE, ESQ.&lt;br /&gt;We should give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COM. DEMI MOORE, ESQ.&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Let's call Scary Colonel to the stand and make him confess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LT. TOM CRUISE, ESQ.&lt;br /&gt;That's a really dumb idea, but you're hot so it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LT. TOM CRUISE, ESQ.&lt;br /&gt;Scary Colonel, I want the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COL. JACK NICHOLSON&lt;br /&gt;You can't handle the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(pause)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all from me. Can I collect my paycheck and Oscar now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JURY&lt;br /&gt;We find the defendants not guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LT. TOM CRUISE, ESQ.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, we won. So...what message does that send?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COM. DEMI MOORE, ESQ.&lt;br /&gt;That it's okay to kill someone if you're stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LT. TOM CRUISE, ESQ.&lt;br /&gt;Just checking. Let's make out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-111538369961385012?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111538369961385012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=111538369961385012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111538369961385012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111538369961385012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/05/few-good-men.html' title='A Few Good Men'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111534025732941638</id><published>2005-05-05T20:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T01:47:28.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; The same guy who directed &lt;em&gt;Pirates of the Carribean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; MILF Reporter, Movie Geek Ex-Boyfriend, Creepy Son, and Scary Little Girl&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEENAGE CHICK 1&lt;br /&gt;Hey, have you heard of that tape that kills you seven days after you see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEENAGE CHICK 2&lt;br /&gt;Heard of it? I watched it a week ago. I'm just kidding. No, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(dies)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILF REPORTER&lt;br /&gt;How did your daughter die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILF REPORTER'S SISTER&lt;br /&gt;Heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILF REPORTER&lt;br /&gt;Then why does her face look like she was making out with a Hoover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILF REPORTER&lt;br /&gt;Haha, that killer tape theory is sure funny. I'll watch it for some laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(does)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was pretty fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Phone rings. She picks it up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARY LITTLE GIRL &lt;em&gt;(on phone)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILF REPORTER&lt;br /&gt;Talk about a prolonged death. Oh well. Now, in the ultimate act of revenge, I'll show this tape to the ex-boyfriend who took off after he knocked me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(does)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREEPY SON&lt;br /&gt;This looks like a good Saturday night flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(watches the tape)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILF REPORTER &lt;em&gt;(walks in on him)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noooooooooooooo! All right, now I must solve the mystery. First I'll go to the place where that freaky lighthouse is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She does. She talks to the locales who scare her but finds nothing. She goes back to the original cabin with her Movie Geek Ex-Boyfriend.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVIE GEEK EX-BOYFRIEND&lt;br /&gt;An abandoned cabin? All right! 'Bout time I got a chance to tap dat ass again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILF REPORTER&lt;br /&gt;Uh, no. We're here to solve the mystery and save our lives. Look! There's a well under the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(peers over the ledge and falls in)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, this is where that scary little girl died! Oh wait, she's not scary; she's just misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARY LITTLE GIRL&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(kills Movie Geek Ex-Boyfriend)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILF REPORTER&lt;br /&gt;Oh I see, you have to make a copy of the tape in order to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICAN AUDIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. That little girl sure is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FILM SNOBS&lt;br /&gt;Bah! The original was better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(quieter)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12308059-111534025732941638?l=moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/feeds/111534025732941638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12308059&amp;postID=111534025732941638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111534025732941638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12308059/posts/default/111534025732941638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moviesbytheminute.blogspot.com/2005/05/ring.html' title='The Ring'/><author><name>"Mister_Anderson"</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bestanimations.com/Electronics/Video/Reel-02-june.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12308059.post-111533938629209533</id><published>2005-05-05T20:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T19:47:37.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directed by:&lt;/strong&gt; John Carpenter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring:&lt;/strong&gt; Kurt Russell, a bunch of other paranoid snowbound researchers including Quaker Oats Guy, and Aliens&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOG&lt;br /&gt;Wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUAKER OATS GUY&lt;br /&gt;My God, that dog is a shape-shifting alien!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(kills dog)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KURT RUSSELL&lt;br /&gt;You're crazy, so we're going to lock you in the abandoned shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They do.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KURT RUSSELL&lt;br /&gt;Well, that takes care of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARANOID SNOWBOUND RESEARCHER WHO IS NOT KURT RUSSELL&lt;br /&gt;Look! One of &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt; is an alien!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They kill the alien.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KURT RUSSELL&lt;br /&gt;Phew. Wait a minute...maybe some of you are aliens too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER PARANOID SNOWBOUND RESEARCHERS&lt;br /&gt;No, we're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KURT RUSSELL&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah? Let's test everyone's blood to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They do so. One of them turns out to be an alie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;n. They kill him.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KURT RUSSELL&lt;br /&gt;Well, that takes care of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARANOID SNOWBOUND RESEARCHER WHO IS NOT KURT RUSSELL&lt;br /&gt;Wait, what about the Quaker Oats Guy we locked up in the shed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KURT RUSSELL&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure he's okay. Let's check on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They do so. Quaker Oats Guy is now an alien. Kurt Russell kills him but not before Quaker Oats Guy kills everyone else.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KURT RUSSELL&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Tough Black Guy shows up.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOUGH BLACK GUY&lt;br /&gt;Remember me? I vanished suspiciously earlier in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KURT RUSSELL&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Maybe you're an alien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOUGH BLAC
