I think I may have cracked a rib I laughed so hard at Tropic Thunder. Robert Downey Jr. should get an Oscar...seriously.
By the way, I can't wait to see
Satan's Alley
Kirk Lazarus will SO get another Oscar for that one!
So I finally watched CLOVERFIELD last night, and all I can say is thank goodness for RiffTrax. Only thanks to Mike, Kevin, and Bill was I able to withstand all that "DUDE!" "MAN"! "BRO!" and "RUN RUN RUN!", "MOVE MOVE MOVE!" and of course "LISTEN UP!" (And people, acoordingly Listened up.) in one movie.
Have to say, they managed to pull off one of the worst "Hip" movies ever made. Plus there was so many great questions left unanswered...
Why was the monster always withen 25 feet of them?
Why did it leave after killing HUD? Was he ashamed?
Why on earth does the government care about their love story, and why would then even edit it in?
Where do you buy a camera that has like 20 hours of battery life without charging it?
How did she survive having an iron pipe in her lung?
How did they survive a 1000 foot Helicopter crash?
WHY WOULDN'T THEY JUST DIE!?!?!?!?
And what about "What's up Dude?" guy? What "was up Dude?" Will we never know what was up? Dude?
Oh, and I guess you could ask about the monster and stuff, but the movie didn't care about it too much so I just assumed it was to fill time in between a bunch of incredibly ugly twenty-somethings yelling "ROB! ROB! ROB! DUDE! ROB, MAN! BRO! ROB, BRO! ROB! MOVE! RUN RUN! LISTEN UP, DUDE!"
So many questions!