Dear Danny Butterman: Your movies suck.

[phosfate]

Watched Die Hard last night, in preparation for a story I'm theoretically writing. Apart from Alan Rickman's rather delightful scenery chewing (om nom nom), it was a tedious piece of bloated crap. I'm glad I didn't pay theater money to see it back in the day, since it would only have helped to kill my love of movies that much sooner. Also, hi there James Shigeta, you are always awesome.

I did like the bit where Bruce, Alan, and stupid exec are all on the phone, and Bruce is trying to save exec's life and exec is too stupid to figure it out.

I can't help but thinking that if Bruce hadn't been there, the robbers would have stolen their crap, blown up some shit, and left. Much lower body count and less property damage.

Still, a more watchable holiday movie than The Christmas Shoes.

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[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Or a lovely threesome with Bruce, Second Banana, and the driver. That limo's bar isn't going to drink itself.

[viedma.livejournal.com]

And Bruce forgot he's taking antibiotics while he's having his 15th kalua and creme and his head pops off.