The bad guys were pre-superstar Daniel Craig (fucking amazing in it, set him up for Layer Cake another all-timer) and fucking bald/serial killer Jude Law.
Tom Hanks has some quote about it being the best movie he's ever been a part of.
I stopped in to see my pops one day near the end of his year long bout with cancer. He was having a rough day so I wanted to take his mind off fighting that fucking disease by watching a movie together. I asked what he wanted to watch. He told me, I called my best friend who owned a video store, and in 15 min he delivered the movie to the house. For the next 2h and 8 min we sat together in silence taking in The Pride of The Yankees. I had never watched the movie before, so at the end I'm a fucking mess trying to keep my composure. My dad passed a week later and I'm glad we had that moment together when we did.
Every year on his birthday I pour myself a stiff one from a special bottle of whiskey and watch The Pride of The Yankees.
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Zulu
The Last of the Mohicans
Full Metal Jacket
My favorite mob movie. Better than anything by Scorcese, IMO.
I watched Total Recall on VHS at a VRBO last night. I forgot that they were mining "turbinium."
Makes unobtanium sound reasonable.
The bad guys were pre-superstar Daniel Craig (fucking amazing in it, set him up for Layer Cake another all-timer) and fucking bald/serial killer Jude Law.
Tom Hanks has some quote about it being the best movie he's ever been a part of.
I always assumed you were in your late 30s early 40s. Au contraire
Dad would let us stay up past our bedtime and watch Tommy Boy
I stopped in to see my pops one day near the end of his year long bout with cancer. He was having a rough day so I wanted to take his mind off fighting that fucking disease by watching a movie together. I asked what he wanted to watch. He told me, I called my best friend who owned a video store, and in 15 min he delivered the movie to the house. For the next 2h and 8 min we sat together in silence taking in The Pride of The Yankees. I had never watched the movie before, so at the end I'm a fucking mess trying to keep my composure. My dad passed a week later and I'm glad we had that moment together when we did.
Every year on his birthday I pour myself a stiff one from a special bottle of whiskey and watch The Pride of The Yankees.
You bastard. You made me tear up.
I cried
anything with Sandra Bulluck in it.
Murder by Numbers?
anything. It’s like he has this 6th sense to flip through the channels and find a shitty movie with her in it.
Debbie Does Dallas.
I actually thought of one. The Omega Man.