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From now on, I think I'd like people to refer to me as Stuntman Mike

Death Proof is on right now. I think I liked this movie. I didn't see it in the theatre, but I caught the double feature (with Planet Terror) when it first aired on TMN. I remember being unable to decide if this movie was too talky by half or if that was what made it good. Quentin Tarantino has a great talent for finding unknowns and giving them great parts (Ving Rhames, Michael Madsen, whoever the hell plays Butterfly in this movie). He also draws out great performances from actors who haven't done much in a while (i.e. Kurt "Stuntman Mike" Russell). And he also has a really big, really obvious foot fetish--more obvious here than in any movie previous (and it was pretty goddamn obvious before). This would make a good Movie Marathon pick, if I didn't think everyone had already seen it.

And for the record, I don't want to be called Stuntman Mike because I espouse any of the virtues that this guy holds dear (I really, really don't), but because I just think it's awesome for someone to say, "What's your name?" and have someone else give the matter-of-fact reply: "Stuntman Mike." In fact, Humpy will henceforth be know as Stuntman Mike. Back me up here, otherwise Sarah's never gonna go for it.

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Anonymous said…
I backup your plan to re-name your progeny.

Here's to STUNTMAN MIKE!

And for the record, I haven't seen Death Proof
Anonymous said…
No way on God's green earth.

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