Well, no, of course not - they were too busy talking to the passenger in their own movie. 
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…Really? :dubious: Seems like pretty normal conditioned behavior, especially for anyone who’s had siblings.
Switch wasn’t made for cable. It was a major theatrical release, intended (IIRC) to get Jimmy Smits’ movie career going after his well-received turn on NYPD Blue. The network promoted the ever-livin’ fuck out of it, to the extent that lines from the ad campaign ended up getting referenced in an episode of Mystery Science Theater 3000 and an Eminem song.
Too bad the movie was such a piece of shit, eh?
Good point! That probably explains it. Do tropes cancel each other out? Paging a bistromatician…
To nitpick your nitpick, it was after Smits’s turn on L.A. Law, released the summer before he joined NYPD Blue.
I’ve got a sad *thing *for Jimmy Smits.
Disney’s Pocahontas had one of those in the Hampton Roads area of Virginia. And our heroine just jumps off of it like she’s in Acapulco or something.
There’s this part in The Right Stuff that cracks me up every time. I believe it’s right after Yuri Gagarin goes up on his flight, the Mercury 7 are all walking and talking and harumph-ing together, and John Glenn says, “And I’m sick of those…those…those darn Russians!” The way John Glenn the character is set up as Mr. Squeaky Clean All-American Eagle Scout Astro-Man, this line is both perfect and ridiculous. I happen to really like The Right Stuff; I know that most of the characterizations are closer to caricatures compared to real life, but that’s part of the charm, I think. It’s sort of like watching 300 except with astronauts.
Something that annoys the fuck out of me, and pulls me out of any movie?
Four words:
“You gotta believe me!”
YEEEAAAAAHH !
Um, I had a brother, 4 years my senior, and neither one of us ever felt it necessary to recommend that the other run from a clearly dangerous situation. Granted, we never ran in to Bigfoot or anything—but there were definitely moments when we got into scrapes that required a swift evacuation, and I don’t remember ever feeling the need to announce that running was suddenly an Obviously Good Idea. But then, some people have a firmer grasp of the obvious that others. 
Oh, that drives me nuts. I heard that Claire Danes did a wonderful job in the biopic about Temple Grandin, but I just can’t get over the annoyance of having such a typically atrractive actress play this rather strange-looking woman. Am I to believe that there is not one single un-foxy actress with the chops to nail that role?
Apparently John Lithgow wasn’t available.
:eek:My lord, she really does look so much more like Lithgow than Danes.
If I end up being one of those old ladies who sprouts a full mustache in her golden years, I am going to assume it is punishment for laughing at remarks like that one.
I’ll see that and raise you “If this were fiction…”
I’ve noticed a disturbing swath (especially in commercials) of situations where some unmarried single mother with two kids who works two dead end jobs somehow has a house nicer than most upper-middle class people. It’s tolerable sometimes, but it just shatters my belief if they’re ostensibly living in some major monstrosity like LA or NYC where even legitimately rich people tend to have increasingly more luxurious apartments.
I wouldn’t do it for my brothers or them for me, since we all have good reflexes. Neither would we have to do it for most of our cousins, aunts and uncles. But my mother, her sister and their mother have all been pulled, pushed, grabbed, yelled and generally needed ridiculous amounts of caretaking when crossing the road. So, if any of them happened to be around I can picture us or our cousins yelling “geroffngetmovingWOMANNNNNNNNN!”
I was just reminded of this thread last night while watching old Alfred Hitchcock Presents re-runs. In the days when that show was filmed, it was illegal to depict money on television. Whenever it changes hands, you see funny-looking frills and squiggles, and it yanks me out of the narrative like a visible zipper on the monster costume.
I sometimes wonder the opposite - if Temple Grandin for example, might not also look fairly attractive with studio makeup under studio lighting…
Not only was he lost, he was gloriously, hopelessly lost. So lost he ended up in the middle of nowhere, yelling the name of the exit he couldn’t find at his map. I wouldn’t have been surprised to see an Indiana State Trooper giving him directions.
Why on earth would it be illegal to depict money on television? 