Post by orangejesus on Aug 20, 2008 6:12:46 GMT -5
There are times when the theatre becomes a place of holy serenity. Herein, I can be totally consumed, to the point of almost a trancelike state, and immerse myself in another world.
It's something that happens to me rarely; however, it is never disappointing. I leave a theatre in the thrall of something. . . a feeling that can last quite awhile and one that I love.
Pineapple Express left me feeling this type of transcendance. And it's possible it left me with quite a hefty contact buzz.
. . .
I think it's important for the reader to know at this point that I've now thrice attempted to make it through a full plot description, minus spoilers, and it is absolutely impossible.
A Small [SPOILER WARNING]
Impossible because I found it difficult to make it through without using one of the following phrases, all somewhat spoilerific in their own right:
"a plethora of perpetually, or at least frequently, imbibed wankers and sods and other folks I may actually know personally"
"Danny McBride is the Terminator?"
"Ok, I concede: Seth Rogen can absolutely pull off Green Hornet."
"badass ninjas with uzis"
"Witness the evil that is Gary Cole, smarm master of the west end."
For that unzi-ninja thing alone, I could recommend this movie to the random strangers standing alone outside of CVS Pharmacy talking to themselves about locker depots and 23 hour busrides to see the world's largest cucumber. Or carrot. Or ball of yarn. Or dog-catcher. . . anywho. . .
I do, in fact, recommend this movie. I found it witty, fun, goofy, intelligent, hilarious, and oftentimes poignant. I don't really want to tell you anymore than that. . . I went in pretty much cold. You should too.
Hopefully, you'll have a similar experience to my own, but if not--you'll still get to see ninjas with uzis. And that, dear friends, is enough to make the most hardened of us smile, eh?
It's something that happens to me rarely; however, it is never disappointing. I leave a theatre in the thrall of something. . . a feeling that can last quite awhile and one that I love.
Pineapple Express left me feeling this type of transcendance. And it's possible it left me with quite a hefty contact buzz.
. . .
I think it's important for the reader to know at this point that I've now thrice attempted to make it through a full plot description, minus spoilers, and it is absolutely impossible.
A Small [SPOILER WARNING]
Impossible because I found it difficult to make it through without using one of the following phrases, all somewhat spoilerific in their own right:
"a plethora of perpetually, or at least frequently, imbibed wankers and sods and other folks I may actually know personally"
"Danny McBride is the Terminator?"
"Ok, I concede: Seth Rogen can absolutely pull off Green Hornet."
"badass ninjas with uzis"
"Witness the evil that is Gary Cole, smarm master of the west end."
For that unzi-ninja thing alone, I could recommend this movie to the random strangers standing alone outside of CVS Pharmacy talking to themselves about locker depots and 23 hour busrides to see the world's largest cucumber. Or carrot. Or ball of yarn. Or dog-catcher. . . anywho. . .
I do, in fact, recommend this movie. I found it witty, fun, goofy, intelligent, hilarious, and oftentimes poignant. I don't really want to tell you anymore than that. . . I went in pretty much cold. You should too.
Hopefully, you'll have a similar experience to my own, but if not--you'll still get to see ninjas with uzis. And that, dear friends, is enough to make the most hardened of us smile, eh?