Clareified

American Gangster: You know how the commercials say that the DVD comes with 18 more minutes of movie? Yeah, well, that’s not a treat. It’s a threat. Don’t do it to yourselves. This movie is baaaaad….Russell Crowe being both the key witness and the prosecutor bad. I do like the killings though. Actually I’ve seen two similar scenes in the past couple of weeks, a person holding a loaded gun to some dude’s head and then when he cracks wise with something like “what are you going to do? Shoot me,” they do. Right through the skull. I wondered however, how satisfying this really would be. I mean, the guy is dead, but their last thought was mocking you. And they might not have had any more thoughts after their brain matter splattered all over the street. So, in their heads, they’ve won. I think someone cracks wise like that, you shoot them in th eknee caps first, and then in the stomach, so they know, you’ve won. Then you go for the head shot. Plus, if you shoot them in the head when they’re already on the ground, you get less of their skull all over your shirt. But that’s just me. I do my own laundry now and these things make a difference.

Michael Clayton: I would rather watch American Gangster again. AGAIN. Dude, the last five minutes of this movie is George Clooney doing an Apprentice like tax-cab ride home of shame. Vomit. The plot was dumb, the “twist” was dumb, even the crazy guy wasn’t even crazy. Barf. I can’t believe Oscar gave an…umm…Oscar to the chick. She’s not even pretty. She’s like the poor man’s Jodi Foster.

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