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Monday, 18 March 2013

Awful Movie Moments 2


Yes!  We're back with some more horrific cinematic masterflunks.  If you haven't read part 1, then I heartily encourage you to do so right away.  Not that you need to read part 1 to enjoy this update, I just recommend that you read it anyway.

Once again, my usual tag partner Sir Chizzington of Chiz Chat is present, ready to suplex some horrendous acting and clothesline his way through Hollywood like Hulk Hogan, only with 100% fewer sex tapes.

 Batman and Robin - My Rubber Lips Are Immune To Your Charms


Addman:  "My rubber nips are immune to your palms."

Chiz:  Once again touching on euphemisms, I suppose Poison Ivy's "charm" is actually an outbreak of mouth herpes.

Addman:  Agreed. This line was written after the censors got their hands on it. The original line was "My rubber prophylactic is immune to your AIDs".

Chiz:    It could very well be syphilis as well. I hear if it is left untreated it can result in psychosis, which explains her atrocious choice in eyeliner.

Addman:    Does that apply to all makeup disasters?  Because if so, you're basically implying that the improper application of mascara is an indication that you are a syphilitic whore.

Chiz:    Well, she locked lips with an underage boy wearing a silly mask and skin-tight jumpsuit. I'm pretty sure that's a symptom of psychosis; which, in turn, is a symptom of syphilis.

Addman:     I'm sure Poison Ivy dates The Joker at some point in the Batman universe.

Addman:     "You wanna know how I got these scars? Shhh-shhh-shhh, c'mere.  I left my herpes untreated."

((Dear nerds, I've since realised that it's Harley Quinn who dates The Joker, so don't bother pointing that out))


 Gladiator - I'm Terribly Vexed

 

Chiz:  I'd be vexed too if my limited vocabulary only allowed me one word to express my extreme frustration.

Addman:  His voice reminds me of that little Martian guy from the old Loony Tunes cartoons. "I'm very, very cross"

Addman:     I reckon he might be channelling that little fella for his performance.

Chiz:  I suppose if that's how he chooses to Walk The Line, then that's a Sign that he is The Master. Not many people can replicate Marvin the Martian and get away with it.

Addman:  Right, before we go any further, let's clear this up once and for all. How do you pronounce Joaquin Phoenix?

Chiz:  Just pretend you're hocking a loogie and sneezing at the same time. His last name is pronounced "pee-nis" (the 'x' is silent)

Addman:  I'm glad that's settled. I've always pronounced it "Joe-A-Kin" while my friend always said it was like "Whackin'". Many tears and litres of blood have been shed over this argument.

Addman:     Either way, he doesn't sound very vexed at all. He sounds more like his electricity bill is slightly higher than he expected.

Chiz:  Or the invitation to his cousin's wedding did not allow him a guest.

Addman:  Well that's what you get for casually feeding people to lions.

Chiz:    That would be awkward if the bride was Christian.

Troy - You Sack Of Wine


Chiz:  I suppose that insult would be much less threatening today. "You box of pinot grigio!"

Addman:  I think Brad Pitt is my new favourite actor. Anyone who can deliver that insult with any kind of gusto deserves an award. Or perhaps a sack of wine.

Chiz:    He nearly makes the soldier to the side drop his guard.

Addman:     Yeah, I bet being an extra in that scene was like being a fly on the wall at a Weight Watcher's naked calendar shoot. It's hideous, but you can't help but watch the terrible rippling effect.

Addman:     Would you take offence if someone likened you to an alcoholic beverage?

Chiz:    Not necessarily. Wine makes me giddy, but compare me to a Coors beer, and I'll be terribly vexed.

Judge Dredd - I Am The Law




Addman:    "This dialogue is so snappy" "I can't tell what they're saying" "I hope the writers don't run of steam" "RWOAAARRWW!"

Chiz:    "Why did you touch me!?"

Addman:    "Because I couldn't help myself"

Chiz:    "You invaded my privacy!"

Addman:  "I am the privacy!  RWOAAARRWW!"

Chiz:    "Did you walk the dog?" "He wasn't whinning!" "He still may need to pee!" "RWOAAARW" *snatches the leash from the walk*

Addman:    I think in future I'm going to use this technique to finish arguments.

Addman:    "Have you taken the bins out?" "RWOAAARRWW!"

Chiz:
  Oddly enough, the women in the background has the most loose fitting clothes on the set.

Chiz:    What's the purpose of sci-fi action movies other than to objectify women?

Addman:  Who knew Judge Dredd would try and subvert gender stereotypes through it's costume design.

Addman:    However, it puts back the Bear Civil Rights movement by a few decades. "RWOAAARRWW!"

Chiz:    They were certainly Dredding on thin ice with that one.

X-Men: The Last Stand - I'm The Juggernaught, Bitch!



Addman:    This certainly isn't the worst line of dialogue we've seen, but the delivery is terrible.

Chiz:    I want to go into a fancy restaurant and yell, "Do you know who I am? I ordered sauerkraut, bitch!" Then flip the table over and charge the waitress.

Chiz:    "Don't chu know oo why em?"

Addman:    Careful there. Mocking English accents is a very sore subject for me. You are disrespecting the land of my forefathers.

Chiz:    I knew I was venturing into dangerous territory with that one.

Addman:    Vinnie Jones is considered a shaman amongst my people.

Chiz:    Here I'll mock my American accent.

Chiz:    "I'll have a hotdog, extra cheese."

Addman:    Perfect! You nailed those stupid Americans!

Addman:    Anyway, back on topic, do you think Vinnie Jones could have got a better fitting hat?  It looks like they squeezed him into a Darth Vader prototype.

Chiz:    Reminds me of Rick Moranis in Spaceballs.

Addman:    "Don' chu know ooo oi em? I'm Seymour from Little Shop Of Horrors, Bitch!"

Chiz:    His helmet kind of looks like Ellen Greene's hair from Little Shop Of Horrors!

Addman:    Hmm, I'm sensing a conspiracy of some kind here. I'm going to track the hairstyles and hats throughout Hollywood history. I suspect I'll uncover the secret identities of the Illuminati.

The Matrix: Reloaded - Know What Happened Happened


Chiz:    That sounds like something a couple would say following an awkward attempt at anal.

Addman:    "It couldn't have happened any other way, without lube"

Chiz:    "What happened, happened. If it happened any other way, the happenstance would not have happened. Ah, screw it let's watch Netflix and try to forget this ever happ... occurred."

Addman:    Can you imagine doing 50+ takes of this scene? I bet Lawrence Fishbourne always screens new scripts. If it includes the word "happened", he turns it down flat.

Chiz:    Perhaps he was so sick of the word that he used it 3 times in a sentence just to spite the director, and to return the favour, the director actually used the take.

Addman:    I bet someone sent him a script for The Happening just to watch him freak out.

Chiz:    I wonder how the scene would play out if spoken by the Architect. "Ergo, what latterly came to fruition, came to fruition. And could not have come to fruition under the duress of other such happenstance."

Addman:    I can't even wrap my head around that. I guess it would fit into the Matrix Reloaded perfectly.

Chiz:    Speaking of Matrix Reloaded, I wonder if the writer(s) were at a loss of words when it came to actually describing what the hell was going on, so they created this character with a vocabulary beyond human comprehension to try to cover the plot holes.

Addman:    Yes, but they already had a character for that purpose. I thought Keanu Reeve's constant barrage of "What?" was trying to reflect that.

Chiz:    In fact, I'm surprised Morpheus' cryptic, miniature speech didn't arouse a "What?" out of him.

Chiz:    It must have been so out of his comprehension that his brain rebooted.  His brain got the blue screen.

Addman:    Which spawned a new sequel: The Matrix Rebooted.

Chiz:    They probably consulted IT about that one.

Chiz:  We're looking for a way to generate more profit from this money pit. Have any ideas?

Chiz:    Did you try rebooting it?

Chiz:    Brilliant!

Chiz:    Going completely off topic, it kind of goes to show that Hollywood is essentially like an IT department.

Addman:    IT isn't quite as glamorous though, unless you enjoy fat hairy nerds in cocktail dresses giving acceptance speeches about Naruto.



I'm afraid that we have reached the end of our little silver screen soiree.  Now that these lessons have been learned, I fully expect all scriptwriters to learn from them, and for us to never see examples of bad writing in films ever again.  I'd like to thank Chiz for being an able, willing and nubile partner during this whole thing, and I'd like to thank you for reading.  But mainly, I'd like to thank myself and Chiz.  Bye!

Friday, 6 July 2012

Guest Post - Chiz

-Hey everyone.  As much as I would love to bring you some Muppety goodness this Friday, I'm still on holiday.  As such, the wonderful Chiz has offered to fill in for today.  Now, I want you all to behave yourselves, since he's in charge while I'm away.  When you've finished reading his stuff here, nip over to his Blog for more awesomeness.  Anyway, take it away Chiz:


July 4th, Independence Day. It is a holiday that is dear to us Americans. It was on this day that Will Smith and his posse of nerds deterred the infamous alien invasion.

As ignorant Earthlings, this occasion serves as a reminder that we are, in fact, not the only inhabitants of this immeasurable cosmos. Furthermore, we have proven to be rather fragile creatures in the face of extraterrestrial plasma gadgetry. Without the heroic actions of Mr. Will Smith, this entire planet would be reduced to an intergalactic bar and grille where we’d be forever shackled to fryolators and flattops, forced to serve the unappreciative, extraterrestrial  families who ignore the high-pitched wails of their spawns while simultaneously leaving poor tips.

For this reason, I have brought it upon myself to erect the Institute of Future Will Smiths. Mr. Smith will not be around forever to combat the hoards of emotional robots, alien invaders, and mutated humans. So, what are we to do when one of these serious threats to humanity rears its unattractive, globular head in the future?

Big Willy Style

 The Institute of Future Will Smiths follows a strict curriculum in order to ensure the comprehensive transformation of ordinary citizens into an army of rogue cops and Martian murderers. The core curriculum is as follows:

Maintaining boundless strength and energy.

Will Smith exercises 25 hours a day. It is our ambition to uphold the same requirements for our students. We have an endless supply of government approved adrenaline that is easily accessible at any one of our drinking fountains. Apart from lifting copious amounts of weights above their heads, the students will be further challenged by being pinned against several hazardous military prototypes. If Will Smith could disable an army of menstruating robots, our students are expected to, at the very least, take down a meager heavy tank archetype.

Uphold a witty and charismatic persona.

It is said that The Fresh Prince could charm the socks off of a zombified Janet Reno with nothing but a quick quip and closing line. Our students will be put through rigorous lesson plans in order to hone their abilities. Courses will include: Locked in a Room with the Cast of Frasier 101, Woo the Queen 234, and the ever-infamous Make Kristen Stewart Smile Onscreen 403.

Perfecting that stunning and infectious smile.

Shiny Happy Incisors

Our students will be able to blind Apollo and his army of solar deities with a glint of their flawless pearly whites. Our cafeteria diet follows that of the original Will Smith, himself. For breakfast, our students can enjoy a fresh bowl of toothpaste crust with a tall glass of Listerine to wash it all down. Already sound too good to be true? Well, listen to just a few of the lunch and dinnertime selections to choose from: Desalted saltines marinated in a peroxide-based gel, stacks of roasted whitening strips, and plain spaghetti with a rich bleach sauce!

Our curriculum has been approved and partially funded by Will Smith, himself. No longer will humanity be wary of what unforeseen enemy awaits in the abyss. With the graduating masses of Will Smiths, our world will be safe from all future supernatural threats.

Not everyone is cut out to be the next Will Smith, but you will never know unless you try. In the boner-inducing words of Will Smith,“If it was something that I really committed myself to, I don't think there's anything that could stop me becoming President of the United States.”

~The Institute of Milla Jovovich opens this Fall~