The Rules of the Game.
There are times when the AM leaves at the door his penchant for German films from the 70's and decides instead to catch a nice French film from the 30's. Tonight, the pic of his choosing was Renoir's seminal (ok, well maybe Grand Illusion was his seminal) film that dissected French high society.
Oh, and Jean Renoir seems like one happy fat fuck. The American Mastodon would hang with him over that stuffy Godard. Like, GAWD.
You know you're envious of the AM's taste. You know why? Cause it's off the fucking heaze.
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
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I'll take a rick moranis movie any day of the week over Jean Valjean or whoever you were talking about
Jean Valjean was a patriot and gentleman. I once portrayed him in a video project made for an English class.
Koopa, you have no taste in movies, music, or women. The only thing you have any sense in is staying far away from me.
'No taste in women', huh?: They taste like a peach.
Besides, men who live in glass houses w/ fantastical furry-faced females shouldn't throw rocks. I'll bet your Starbucks girl tastes like a peach; she's got the fuzz to prove it.
And, I've seen your Jean Valjean. The only actor who could've equaled your portrayal of the character would be Tom Arnold.
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