I could see walking into Casablanca and saying hello to Rick and getting a job at his cafe.
I could see stepping onto the deck of the Surprise and sailing off into the sunset.
anal sluts volume 4.
not volume 7 though, i’m not some kind of sicko
Sitting at my desk, tears running down my face from laughing so hard.
I had to read this entire thread to my co-workers.
The invention of lying. I’d knock off the protagonist prior to his first lie.
Then I’d do it the right way.
I could see stepping into Jurassic Park or the Lost World and being happy. As long as I got to be the T-Rex. Or a child – those puppies are invulnerable in a JP movie!
willy wonka and the chocolate factory - after he gave me the keys
I think I would like to be the Richard Dreyfuss character in Close Encounters of the Third Kind so that I can go off with the nice aliens at the end.
Speed Racer
I’d like to live on the forest moon of Endor. I like treehouses and camping.
The lack of sex would suck, though.
It’s not there’s a lack of sex, it’s that it’s all furries.
The Thin Man. Everybody looks like they’re having a ball in that movie.
You would die horribly quite soon from all the radiation released by the Death Star, so no worries on the sex front.
I could quite happily step into American Graffiti. A little before my time, but I’d get by. And I’d buy Xerox and Microsoft cheap!
Play Misty for Me would work pretty well, havin’ a groovy cliffside pad in California, nice car, cushy job and lots of gorgeous California wimmin.
That or Spencer’s Mountain.
“Ramona and Beezus,” most definitely. I’d have liked to be either Hobart Kemp or the girls’ father, Bob.
Yow - furries and radiation. Might as well move to King Kong vs. Godzilla.
Mark me down for Lord of the Rings then. Those elves had some tree houses, right? Plus I believe that universe has beer.
Back to the future part 2. I’d totally pull a Biff but not be an asshole about it. I’d be the rich guy always helping out people and charities and hospitals and stuff so everyone would love me and neither Doc or Marty would want to change the timeleine back because of how much better I’d make the present.
I have maintained for some years now that I wish Titanic could have just stopped before the iceberg. What a great movie that would have been! So for me, I’d live happily ever after on the Titanic that sailed the iceberg-less North Atlantic into eternity.
Kiki’s delivery service.
The Big Lebowski. Bowlin’, smokin’, ridin’ around in cars listening to Creedence, hangin’ with rich people, artists, motorcycle-driving nihilists from a rock band, folks from the adult entertainment industry, meeting marmots…what’s not to love about that scene? Also, I’d try to get Donny to see a cardiologist.