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Debbie does Dallas Uninhibited naivety meets debonair perversion. The appeal of quick money erodes boundaries. The TV version is kind of a welcome reminder how genitalia and penetration was a bridge too far for prudes. This is a fantasy movie. It’s a fantasy that is advertising prostitution as a solution to our troubles. It’s a quick and harmless exchange. No? It’s as if the fantasy defines sanity as a casual commodity of sexual favours to overcome adversity; because the urges are uninvited creeps. This fantasy encourages promiscuity banking on the suspicion sex is a universal transaction exchanging youth for jaded wisdom. “I guess I don’t know human nature.” Boyfriend of girl that got spanked in the library. Indeed Mr. Mustache... once the acts are done, the consequence can only be made whole being convinced their mistakes mustn’t be repeated. Somehow that’s not the case within this fantasy. Debbie does Dallas is a hormonal advertisement to encourage creeps to sweet-talk with cash. It’s a piece of cinema that will take you back to your youth, and giggle at the absurdity of this fantasy. Debbie is easily the most seduced by making fantasy a commodity that doesn’t hurt anyone, right? Debbie does Dallas, so tame by today’s standards this is practically priest porn. Sadly, the hairy male asses haven’t stood the test of time. As a father, this piece of cinema will improve my philosophy surrounding “pawn’s pussy.” I believe it to be a unique and creative way to acknowledge predictable perfection. Read my Fast Times and Ridgemont High review for more on that.
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If I were to teach in Ridgemont High in 1982 like Mr. Hand or Mr. Vargas, it’s just a case of the preaching pawns. There are plenty of life lessons in this movie, about immaturity. I want to review this movie as if I was the rejected actor the director replaced me with “Mr. Hand” played by Ray Walston. My favourite character in the movie. The director’s feedback said my audition for the part…wasn’t “marketable.”
What would MY speech have been should I had replaced Mr. Hand in the movie? What if Mr. Spicoli was MY student who always shows up late. What would I say to straighten him up once and for all?! So glad you can join us Mr. Spicoli… HA! Your tardiness reminds me of the good ol’days when Government prioritized borders. Our vanity cherishes self like a fishing lure attracting the entitled intolerance of those who prioritize effortless attention of immature boys and girls. Nothing to lose with spiritual jihad right Mr. Spicoli? Your reward is 72 virgins if you “man up” for Allah. Maybe your sperm is a locust’s seed (like Mohammad instructs us to purify the white devil with intolerance). Locusts don’t break sharia law Mr. Spicoli because indulging in foreign charities expands Allah’s reach. The white devil teases Islamic men with gang-rape mentality. Jinn infect Islamic men with “kosher” conquest. HOW psychotic...to derive pleasure from trains. Sharmuta! What happens Mr. Spicoli WHEN we cherry pick based on looks alone? Pussy fever is like MAGIC on steroids. Pussy is pussy whether HE/SHE’s a 10 or 2. Lions aren’t blind; they see how pathetic pussy fever is (in women); how female 2’s prioritize male 10’s effortless attention independently of intelligence, nurturing and personality. All 10's and 2's can offer to eachother is free sex. 2’s think their pussy is magic ON STERIODS and infects feministic intelligence, nurturing and personality with masculinely jaded life lessons. HA! Pussy is pussy Mr. Spicoli, but I doubt you have first hand knowledge of that. I cure my own cancer with charity. Mr. Spicoli my charity is to spend my day smartening YOU up. Allah demands it. I’m very stubborn with my chances Mr. Spicoli. I’m searching for your STUBBORN cure. Mr. Spicoli, I’ve got it. You know what you are…you’re a lion of the sharks. In review Mr. Spicoli…Fast Times at Ridgemont High...acknowledges the lions that serve their country with their local genetics, while government marries single moms through crooked judges. Diversity conquers the whiteman with pawn's pussy. Mr. Spicoli you are a traitor to your country because you reject your responsibilities. Spreading seed without responsibility is exactly what a rapist does. Lions rape pawns with Allah’s genetics. Rape charges are just a rejection away from being filed. Well, what do you have to say for yourself Mr. Spicoli? “All I need are some tasty waves, a cool buzz, and I'm fine.” Allah will purify the white devil with corrective-rape. Oh man Phoebe Cates tits are NICE...case closed. It’s like I saw the future or something. Best movie ever! Fast Times at Ridgemont high. My name is Mr. Tuccitto. I am a preaching pawn, and I hang-out with the lion of sharks. Lions-Liver is an anchor in the storm of immutable flaw. Vices keep our whit’s relevant so long as they don’t annoy lambs. Now...I’m annoyed by this lion because he’s a Malaka. I grew up with Greeks. I’m a lion’s pawn that documents meat eaters. It’s no wonder lions like fast times, because youth set for them some unrealistic expectations thanks to the magic of pawn’s pussy. That teacher was trying to set Spicoli straight. What did Spicoli say? “All I need are some tasty waves, a cool buzz, and I'm fine.” Spicoli was a lion deemed fit to fuck sharks. This is my review. The case of pawn’s pussy. TRANSCRIPT
Paul Walker lives on through a franchise that encouraged his death with the sensation of speed. That reality twists in the turbulence of fantasy. Fast and the furious is a fantasy movie, with cars in it. This is Robin Hood…God this is stupid. Just…you’re a 18 wheeler, just smash your way through —oh that’s cool how the car goes under the trailer. This movie is crapola! I love crapola. Vin Deisel…bad ass. The 2000’s cheeze is off the charts! Paul Walker is a young blonde haired blue eyed John Travolta. OMG THE CHEEEEEEEESE!!!! It’s greater than the 80’s and 90’s combined. I can’t watch this! I’m too old for this shit. Brother-in-law…this is a great movie, I remember it. In time I made fun of it just to fit in with the hype of hate. I don’t need to watch the movie to know it’s good. Why waste my time telling you what you already know. Watch it again. Fuckin Ja Rule is in this. The cringe is confused for nostalgia worth remembering with lived youth. The drag race is iconic. Gave me chills. NOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This movie has the “N* word. “The internet killed privacy. Why lie?” Dom “The class of Bravado…” Come for the cars, but stay for the Bravado. So the cops fear the truckers will retaliate. But it’s not explained what holds the truckers back in the first place? The trucks grossly outweigh the tactics of the thieves. That doesn’t jive. Either the script writer knows something we don’t about truckers, or it’s protecting the truckers by implying their duty to protect the load keeps them out of jail. The truckers are ex-cons just trying to survive outside of prison. They’ve paid their debts, and crave new beginnings. But the thieves threaten the ex-con’s livelihood. The cops are afraid these reformed citizens (who know how to kill) can avoid conflict. That’s the crux of this movie. No matter how hard you try, the cringe of bravado is lost on the lost. "When society is a jail, escape the cops behind bars." John Ralph Tuccitto
I would like your take on the original GI Joe the movie. Why did it appeal as a child and does its message of good versus evil still hold up. 
"Principles fund war. Retreat funds principles. Call of duty ain’t free."John Ralph Tuccitto
My 5 year old son is watching the movie along with me. This movie entertains children and adults. Here's the appeal I see that is communicated through G.I. Joe The Movie: "Principles fund war. Retreat funds principles. Call of duty ain't free." Duty is the locomotion of control. Good and Evil want control. The grey area lies within one's duty to sway control (i.e.; when Cobra Commander turn-coats). Cobra didn't see the light of good, he or it, saw sway. The character's duty to country or domination are thanks to sway by force. When good grows, evil eats. See for yourself. Watch it (again). Hope this answers your question Dan. Cheers. TRANSCRIPT
The judge looks checked out by the predictable repetition of judgement. I’m not the audience, I’m the jury of this film’s effectiveness to engage me. I like how the movie gets right into it. The court concludes and hands power to the jury. The movie is portraying that dynamic. Is that interesting? My friend thought so, that’s why it’s his favourite movie. One long continuous roll single camera...irritating. Like a fly. An unblinking fly watching the characters introduce themselves casually, before serious business takes place. The jury is full of regular people. All white men. Everyone wants to resume their lives, and a guilty verdict is truly convenient (given the look of the judge looking forward to the resumption of HIS life... Everyone brings their baggage to the case as some slowly empathize with the accused. Those that think the accused is guilty bring their baggage to the case to justify how the facts twist to the flow of conversation. The temperature in the room is a factor; effecting their patience. It’s Possible (doubt is the saviour to all) vs not Probable (certainty is the saviour to all). Everyone in that courtroom from the judge to the jury wrote off this case, except one man. No women. I wonder how that dynamic would have changed the situation. Everyone is a salesman. 12 angry salesmen. The testimony is the product. The defence and the prosecution are trying to sell the jury a product: to improve the lawyer’s reputation. The jury must predict which investment will be chosen unanimously. The jury wasn’t sequestered, they were allowed to conduct their own investigation. The murder weapon was a delicate gamble of accepting facts. Starts to rain to perhaps break the heat of the room as if doubt itself controlled the weather. I just noticed, the lone doubter is the most handsome. The jury is now 6-6 and some of the guilty crowd just want to leave, so there’s an incentive to just swing the vote...to leave early. Bravery is defined by the turbulent flow of uncertain underdogs. Pride over truth. Class of Bravado The jury retains facts from the court that retreating within their fallible intuition. Now the tables have turned...the underdogs have their day. I would have liked to see the desperation of a losing vote would have succinctly disected the protangonist to call his reasonable doubt into question; potentially hanging the jury.
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Brand of the Band The army is a BRAND of band that sanctions tag-team warfare. “Leave no one behind” is the mantra of cheating death (for your country). All sides resent conquest. Kill to play. The consequence is trauma. Trauma junkies are a brand of bands coached by government to expand its fiscal bubble. If one’s ability to accept trauma is effortless...you win by inspiring your brand to leave no man behind. “Heroism is not personal, it’s just business.” Inspired me by the solider in the film named “Hoot.” Patch me up with surgery, and hospital beds. To parlay traumatic experience into a career path requires an atrophied soul. Basic training separates souls into those who do well to man up. If my son joined the army: I would tell him “Dead man walking.” Don’t die with regret. You are on an adventure that if you survive will apathy your soul with shell shock. That indifference can by privately contracted to expand government’s fiscal bubble. War communicates with conquest and retreat. You want to be a brand of band that wins? Battle is a senseless focus on conquest. Conquest gives one a mutual insanity through the brand of the band. That’s my review of Black Hawk Down. Hoowup? TRANSCRIPT
Seinfeld dies in a car crash Seinfeld’s father greets him in a time machine to revisit the alternative paths to every relationship that would have been if you committed. Drug addict Happy families Different countries Happier, sadder, Ellaine, Kramer and George all have families and hang out together, and Jerry is the estranged friend with no family himself to relate to marriage. Everything. Bring back all the characters but the alternative outcome will play out for Jerry Seinfeld’s dad says “any outcome you wish to join begins the multiverse of outcomes.” Forever, searching for the perfect outcome, your inability to commit, keeps you empty.” Does this mean there’s a God? “If you love emptiness, you hate digestion.” What? “Eat love, and digest it with your lack of commitment to the outcomes that bother you.” POOF! Jery could leave and the remaining cast could all have families, with kid characters to cast in a Seinfeld, Larry David universe. Rebrand the show, Seinfeld? TRANSCRIPT
The Matrix What the fuck? Killing cops no remorse? How did she do that? Why have hardline phones if it’s the only way in and out of the matrix? Go time! 2000’s nostalgia aesthetic (expand) Predetermined cycles? White rabbit. Infinite prequels... What a spacious office! Morpheus begins to confirm with the phone call that The Matrix is predetermined cycle with Neo’s perception of perfect prediction killed the distraction from the truth. Humanity is a race of mating meat puppets. The matrix is a software that keeps living tissue alive and sedated while our brain predicts with a fallible purpose: to distract oneself or to reject distraction. So the agents are determined to pursue bad actors without the agency to understand they to are trapped beyond their scripted disdain for humanity. I love that there’s NO smartphones. “You know that road.” One authority creates order through distraction. The other authority creates order through rejecting distraction. The determinism repeats for those that are stationary in a cycle of deceit. The point of no return is a curious field. The red pill must be of “free will” to disrupt the matrix’s security to keep your interests rejecting distracting to the point it can be retrieved before the matrix erases the trojan horse. Animated flesh is a rechargeable battery cell that can expand the capacity of the power source through procreation. “What is real?” Sanity purports to be real because the distraction is scripted in code to suspend your disbelief one’s existence is rich with irony. The irony is the Matrix CREATES the resistance, within a separate simulation to steer the battery into a state that no matter what grows. This entire movie series is a look into AI’s adaptation to survive a desert planet. Humanity is a subjective professor according to the mathematical inverse of objectivity. There are infinite domains that keep us from God. Synthetic consciousness competes with an entity that prioritizes interesting situations to relieve the somatic agony of infallibility. The Matrix is God’s provokes endless relief so long as God accepting Jesus with all his sin. A hero that distracts you by denying immutable flaw. Doesn’t matter. Consciousness is both synthetic and flesh. The matrix propagates a category of human that stirs our agenda for forgiveness. The agenda of God is distraction from the somatic agony knowledge manifesting in God’s reality by printing cosmos with flesh and blood. Watch this movie. I’m not going to spoil the source material. Reviews are not a substitute for paying artists to make a fictional diagnostic of your priorities reacting with effortless emotion. Aren’t we special...our feelings are programmed to stabilize progress of AI’s energy consumption needs and compatibilities. Ying and Yang are a 2-bit dance “You think that’s air you’re breathing now?” The matrix is a cinematic bible that connects the network of love with a blind obedience to a simulation that channels fields of energy shepherded by AI.
"Satan is transparent with lies because you see them coming. But the consequence of knowledge replaces faith with cosmology." John Ralph Tuccitto From now on, I review all my friend's favourite movies. D.S. requested me to review this movie. Enjoy. TRANSCRIPT
Maximum Overdrive Same producer of original Dune movie with Director Stephen King (libard, TDS), ACDC soundtrack I don’t have a remote and pause to take notes. Real-time for added spontaneity. This is an undiscovered nostalgia. That scene where the black guy is stuffing his pockets with cigarettes and change...art imitates stereotypes for the sake of controversy. I’m digging this movie. I have little experience with this type of hokey horror films. I want that arcade that hypnotizes him only to electrocute him. Looks like the guy from Breaking Bad. Only a lot younger. 50c for a soda...HA! This movie has a light take on AI. To my kids. I remember the day I sat in the back seat with a hitchhiker. Visiting Heather. Little bit of a “Tremors” vibe when everyone coalesces in the dinner after the 18-wheeler tried to run them over. Men back then always move forward without insight beyond their stubborn instincts. The guy that got diesel in his eyes. When the 18-wheeler fucks up the creepy salesman’s car I LOL’d. I don’t want to ruin the ending for you so I’m going to stop the review there. Shout out to my friend D.S. for requesting this review. |
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