Dead Meat
Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2006 1:43 pm
Yup, he's gonna get skrageed.
Hey, hand me some of the popcorn.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2006 7:41 pm
Nip, Don't spoil the movie!
Hey, hand me some of the popcorn.
Hey, hand me some of the popcorn.
Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2006 8:37 pm
they all knew he was gonna get it, you can't count it as spoiling if everyone knows it's gonna happen anyway can you? can you...?
besides, when watching Harry porrer 4 with my parents (I'd already seen it with some friends) I would warn them a minute or so ahead of time when a scary scene would come up so they could take care of my little sister who happened to be with us.
I wonder how long Ralph is gonna be doing this movie thing, how much of this movie are we gonna see?
besides, when watching Harry porrer 4 with my parents (I'd already seen it with some friends) I would warn them a minute or so ahead of time when a scary scene would come up so they could take care of my little sister who happened to be with us.
I wonder how long Ralph is gonna be doing this movie thing, how much of this movie are we gonna see?
Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2006 9:04 pm
Guessing who's about to buy it in a movie is an art form.
In fact I was just reading a book by a Black author who was noting the tendency for African-American characters in sci-fi flics of the 1960s to die horribly, usually in protection of the white lead. He said that as a kid when he was coming home from the movies that the other kids in his neighborhood would ask "Well, how did they kill the Brother this time?"
Quote:
Poor Paul Winfield actually made a career out of dying in SF movies. Wrath of Khan (protecting William Shatner), Terminator (protecting Linda Hamilton), Serpent and the Rainbow (protecting Bill Pullman) and, most insultingly, in Damnation Alley.
Oh, I remember watching that movie. In fact, I'll never forget it. Here's George Peppard, Jan Michael Vincent, and Paul Winfied traveling across a nuclear devastated landscape in a souped-up Winnebago. Suddenly, out of the wreckage of a bombed-out city crawls--Dominique Sanda. Possibly the last woman in the world. Very, very white.
I turned to my date, and said: "Oh nuts--they're going to kill Paul Winfield." She said: "Why?" I said, "Because they can't pretend he won't be interested in her, and they're not going to let him compete for her."
My date, who was white, thought this was incredibly cynical of me. Five minutes later, Paul Winfield got eaten by giant roaches.
Memories are made of this.
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In fact I was just reading a book by a Black author who was noting the tendency for African-American characters in sci-fi flics of the 1960s to die horribly, usually in protection of the white lead. He said that as a kid when he was coming home from the movies that the other kids in his neighborhood would ask "Well, how did they kill the Brother this time?"
Quote:
Poor Paul Winfield actually made a career out of dying in SF movies. Wrath of Khan (protecting William Shatner), Terminator (protecting Linda Hamilton), Serpent and the Rainbow (protecting Bill Pullman) and, most insultingly, in Damnation Alley.
Oh, I remember watching that movie. In fact, I'll never forget it. Here's George Peppard, Jan Michael Vincent, and Paul Winfied traveling across a nuclear devastated landscape in a souped-up Winnebago. Suddenly, out of the wreckage of a bombed-out city crawls--Dominique Sanda. Possibly the last woman in the world. Very, very white.
I turned to my date, and said: "Oh nuts--they're going to kill Paul Winfield." She said: "Why?" I said, "Because they can't pretend he won't be interested in her, and they're not going to let him compete for her."
My date, who was white, thought this was incredibly cynical of me. Five minutes later, Paul Winfield got eaten by giant roaches.
Memories are made of this.
End quote.