Posts Tagged ‘Die Hard’

I won’t lie.  It’s been a pretty awful day.   I’m sick; I’d like to thank whoever infected me with this sore throat/coughing malaise that’s turned me into a walking petri dish of viruses and general grossness.   I managed to burn the hell out of my thumb and had a remote ruined when a battery nearly exploded in my remote (!!!); and for various other reason it’s been a disappointing, sad day.   I can say I reached my pinnacle of massive frustration and eye rolling when I picked up a bottle of Ny-Quil from a convenience store and promptly dropped it, which then somehow spurred the bottle to roll under my car.   You just haven’t lived until you’ve embedded gravel in your palms while you’re congested and shaky, trying to reach halfway under your car in a busy convenience store parking lot to retrieve a $9 bottle of Ny-Quil.  For the record, I was too desperate to go anywhere else and like hell was I going to sacrifice that sweet, sweet overpriced semi-alcoholic bottle of cough medicine to being potentially run over by my tires.

I was going to come home and write one of my usual earth shaking, mind bending, life changing reviews – this time on Paris, Je T’aime – but I quickly realized in between the sneezing and the warm glow of decongestants and orange juice that I wasn’t going to be able to form much of anything that made cohesive, coherent sense on Paris, Je T’aime.   So I settled down with a little movie I like to use to kick off my holiday season – since you know, it’s Christmas.

I know that Die Hard immediately pops to mind when one thinks of Christmas!


Because really – doesn’t “Now I have a machine gun, Ho-Ho-Ho” really spread the Yuletide cheer?

Note:  This post was (not really) sponsored by a heavy dose of NyQuil, so any nonsense, typos, spelling errors or grammar problems can all be attributed to the NyQuil.  This time, at least.

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Soooo, my dearests, Piper over at Lazy Eye Theatre (I seem to be mentioning Piper quite a bit lately, no?) tagged me for the 12 Movies Meme, where the rules are as follows:

1) Choose 12 Films to be featured. They could be random selections or part of a greater theme. Whatever you want.

2) Explain why you chose the films.

3) Link back to Lazy Eye Theatre so I can have hundreds of links and I can take those links and spread them all out on the bed and then roll around in them.

4) The people selected then have to turn around and select 5 more people.

Well, unluckily for you, I’ve downright bit my nails to the quick thinking about the movies I would select and I’ve taken so damn long that there’s no one left to tag, it seems like!   So if you want to be tagged, consider yourself…tagged!  I will tag Allison at Nerdvampire’s Film Blog because I’m curious to see what she says.

First of all, if someone actually let me run 12 movies at some place like the New Beverly (which is rapidly gaining some sort of hip, chic street cred due to the fact that they let guys like Edgar Wright & Eli Roth come in and program long ass film festivals), I’m sure A) no one would care and B) someone would probably get fired as a result of my movie choices and or other options, but here we go.



Out of all the eight million and one half Nightmare on Elm Street movies, this is my favorite.   Sure, it’s  a pure shlocky sequel slasher flick, but it’s got great death scenes, a great premise and Zsa Zsa Gabor.   Come on, what’s not to love?   That, and I wanted to make a popsicle stick version of Nancy’s house too!


Sure, it’s totally cliché to pick Suspiria, but it really is a landmark horror film.  I often describe Suspiria to people as a supernatural slasher film if Willy Wonka decided to take some hallucinogens and try his hand at movie making.   Never has death been so artfully pretty, really.    Who doesn’t want to see Suspiria on the big screen?



I know this may really shock some people, but I’m not too keen on musicals.  It’s not that I don’t like them, but they’re not like horror movies for me:  they’ve never really grabbed me.  Unless you count The Umbrellas of Cherbourg (and the movie that will follow this one).   It’s just…an awesome film, and there’s some measure of greediness here because this is a movie I would probably chop off my right arm to see on the big screen once, just once, dammit!


Really and truly, I could probably take or leave Frank Sinatra.  But it’s Marlon Brando that makes me have uber-love for Guys and Dolls.  That and the musical numbers are so darn catchy.   True story:  I once had the uh, Guys and Dolls soundtrack in my car and I was um…car singing…and um…I was stuck in traffic next to a dude in a Kia who thought my musical tastes/car singing was hilarious.   And I’m sure, not in a good way.   But really, it is my favorite Hollywood movie musical and I would love to see it in a theater.   (How does War Games get a one-night-only theatrical re-release and not Guys and Dolls?)


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