For the benefit of those rare Dopers who have yet to visit the Gardens of Valhalla, I give you The rock in the box: I burning your dog which should clear up any confusion about the none-too-subtle references to this masterpiece.
That said, I stand in awe of the efforts being made here!
No no no!. I mean, I knew not to get into any beach volleyball games, and I knew that all Navy pilots were like, gay. But I didn’t get that Kelly McGillis was.
I figured all I had to do was be “troubled” enough and someone like her would be put in my case, and by case I mean penis.
Excuse me stewardess, I speak jive in case anyone needs help translating. Brother got game. Knock yourself a pro slick. Gray matter back got perform us down I take TCBin, man.
Are these the fakest movies ever made or is this just a sample review? I am watching Rocky III as we speak and my fakeness meter is cranked up like a $10 ho on $100 worth of crack. Ain’t no way a short Italian man is going to beat Mr. T but they found a way out. What kind of shit is that? If you want to see something more fake than a 3 carat cubic zirconium from the discount rack at a pawn shop, you have to check out something written by and stared in by none other than the Italian Stallion himself.
I met Tom Cruise once. He was having lunch with Kevin Costner at a cafe in a small airport in Orange county. They were both very nice. Tom had the chicken salad.
No wait, I misspeak. Leonard Nimoy had the chicken salad.