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Posted on 9/03/10 01:27 PM
And that cheap-ass air conditioner on wheels isn't helping much. That's 800$ CSD down the drain, goddammit.
Orson Welles made a movie in which is he sits around a table containing diner and also in nature (and sometimes both) along with a bunch of movie nerds/hippies and he talks about various forms of forgery. The editing's goofy and some parts don't really work (perhaps because of the editing and/or narration which both constantly jump between story arcs). The semi-documentary approach works most of the time.
Some dude over at IMDB said that this was one of Fulcio's worst movie and that people shouldn't judge on based on that. He also said that House by the Cemetery is one of his best films. Franky, I can't see much of a difference between the two. They both have great gore (and Demonia had killer cats, man) and absolutely horrible story. A five years old kid could've written a better and more coherent script than this.
While looking for the Demonia cover, I found this:
For some reason, I feel like I've already posted this picture. Weird.
Nicolas Cage travel alongs with his comic relief when the Sean Bean of the story, which happens to be played by Sean Bean, tries to kill him to steal some treasure. He then tries to warn his to-be love interest that Sean Bean will try to steal the declaration of independence, because it contains clues to history's biggest treasure, like ever. The movie feels like if Hollywood took an American history class and made a summer blockbuster out of it. See kids, you can learn and have fun at the same time!
Chucky knocks his plastic girlfriend around and she gets pregnant with a mini-version of Billy Boyd. They both die, but Glen or Glenda (that's Billy Boyd) resurrects them. Then Tiffany (that's Chucky's girlfriend) wants to enter of the body of the ever-so-sexy Jennifer Tilly (as herself), while Chucky is to be insterted into rapper-turned-director Redman's body. Seed of Chucky is a a rather huge gap short of greatness, but it still has masturbating dolls, great gore and Jennifer Tilly making fat-jokes at herself. There's also a couple of nifty movie references in there.
It's a french-canadian romantic comedy. Because it's french-canadian, french-canadian critics and moviegoers have deluded themselves into thinking that this movie is somewhat clever and better than most romantic comedies. While it does have a few original quirks of its own, there are still many glaring flaws, especially regarding the unbelievable characters/events (although you're supposed to ignore the latter for plot reasons).