Yep, that’s the one.
Speaking of guns: Silenced guns that just go “phut.”
Or worse, silenced revolvers firing Magnum loads that go “phut.”
You know, I’ve always rushed over to help beautiful women pick up their spilt groceries or papers in hopes of this very scenario playing out, but it never does.
Perhaps I shouldn’t be the one that trips them…
Here’s one that hasn’t been mentioned.
Cold, manipulative agent shows up at the orphanage / school for crippled children / monastary where the retired commando is trying to make up for his life of slaughter. It seems that his “special” talents are once again in need, and the agency won’t take “no” for an answer.
Nicely parodied in Hot Shots, Part Deux.
I have two.
First, I hate it when a character is given a wrapped gift, and he/she responds by saying, “What is it?” The giver then has to prompt the recipient to open it. Who does that IRL anyway?
The second one is using a person’s full name to be emphatic: “Thank you, Firstname Lastname.” It’s just cheesy, and again–who actually does that? (The exception is when someone does it ironically.)
You know that scene where the bad guy has the hero, or the hero’s girlfriend, tied up, and he walks up and mocks the prisoner, and the prisoner spits in the bad guy’s face?
I don’t need to see that scene any more.
“Thank you, Chuck Norris!”
Likely this has been mentioned, but pumping a shotgun to underline what you’re saying. Annoying.
Also, old myths like the “10% of your brain” bit.
The baddie/monster is chasing the goodie a helpless female.
HF reaches for her keys. Hands trembling, she drops the keys. She picks up the keys and fumbles at the lock. She eventually unlocks door and gets in. Goes to start car. Drops the keys. They’re just out of reach! Stretches, but can’t reach the keys. Stretches again. And again. Miraculously reaches the keys. Fumbles at the lock.
By this time the baddie is at the car. He could have run the Boston Marathon by this time, but he’s just getting there.
HF turns the key. It won’t start. Turns it again. After turning over about 100 revolutions, the car starts. About this time, the baddie breaks the window.
HF drives off.
HF may be temporarily safe, or baddie may be somehow affixed to the car and still threatening. But my work here is finished.
I meant usually a helpless female. But then, I saw it two days ago in “Dagon,” where the person being chased is male.
Character smokes. Character’s buddy and girlfriend, etc want him to stop smoking. The anti-smoking character gets killed/injured/kidnapped/what have you. After fighting the good fight and winning the battle or whatever, he takes out a cigarette, puts it between his lips, then pulls it out, looks at it, and drops it on the ground/into the river/whatever. He walks away with a triumphant little smile.
Alternate:
Character smokes. Character spends entire show looking for a light. Every lighter he tries doesn’t work. Every box of matches he finds is empty. Etc. Finally at the end of the movie, he just gives up and quits smoking altogether.
Alternate alternate:
Character who smokes is trying to quit. At a crucial moment, he will be the only one who has the matches necessary to save the day.
One thing that really bugs me in car chase scenes (besides all the other things already mentioned) is that none of the other drivers seem to notice there is a chase going on. Okay, the first car I can maybe get, but when you have just been almost sideswiped by a car going 70 on Main Street you stop. But no, everyone is still driving as if nothing happens when the second car goes through. No one ever pulls over for a police car with siren on either.
In the movies, I suppose, the drivers of all extra cars are on cellphones.
[Tiny hijack] Isn’t that a really good film? [/Tiny hijack]
I KNOW this has been mentioned, but I loathe the “greedy scientist”. I don’t know the last time I saw a famous scientist on “Celebrity Cribs”. Just quit trying to capture the bloody thing. Morons.
Or, the younger cousin of this: woman’s being chased/in a rush/whatever. She’s outside her parked car. She drops her keys, which I admit is concievable. Said keys magically teleport to under the center of the car, rather than directly below where her hand dropped them from.
In those rare movies where there is a physically strong female character (such as a cop, boxer, etc) there’s inevitably going to be a sparring scene between her and her male partner/coach/friend/etc. It will, of course, be Very Special and Loaded With Sexual Tension. Which makes me say: Please. Sparring may be sexy to watch, but to participate in? You’re sweaty, gross, and narrowly avoiding getting punched or kicked in the head. Romantic it is not.
Actually, I do have a friend that does that. Not to be emphatic though, just… I dunno. For the hell of it. And not ironically, either.
“Thank you, Don Pardo!”
Any version of the “Are we there yet?” so-called joke. I don’t see how it was ever funny and there’s no way it’s amusing now. It was the worst part of Shrek 2 and didn’t they make a really bad movie or something based entirely on that theme? Ug.
This has probably already been done, but as a certified gun-nut, I’m sick of seeing characters taking two guns at once and blasting away, killing all their enemies. In real life, very few people can do that accurately and it takes considerable training.
Just stop it already.
In my own experience, based on how far dropped objects can bounce and roll, I like to say that there’s no such thing as an inanimate object.
Forget about the movies – I want this stopped in Real Life. MilliCal has taken up using this line on any trip longer than five minutes.
I love my daughter, but…
Actually, I’ve gone to sleep before still wearing one and it’s still on when I wake up. I guess either I’m huge or I’ve been shopping in the kids’ department again.
- If they didn’t, the woman is now lying in a pool, and it’s all hunky dory!
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Add to that, she’d be bitching about lying in a pool and she’d probably want to switch sides…
-Joe, innocent virgin