I think the only reason I put it off for so long was the fact that I'm not always the biggest Phillip Seymour Hoffman fan.
Like, he's a great actor - GREAT actor, but I don't see how he's sexay or anything. Sometimes, they want him to come off as sexay and I get skeeved out.
BUT
Pirate Radio was awesome!!
Without a doubt, one of my top five favorite movies of all time. I'll say it again, OF.ALL.TIME.
And the soundtrack. Good God. That's one of the best soundtracks I've heard in years and years.
And the song placement!
I could go on and on.
But the part that gave me chills?
When he played this song:
Do I sound like a broken record?
I'm ok with being THAT broken record.
*yes, I'm aware I posted a video. Shadup.
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It's not whether or not you posted a video, Von.
It's whether or not "you broke a sweat", and it sounds like you did.
;)
I know, Von. I resisted seeing that movie forever, not sure why, and then after finally seeing it, I had to watch it numerous time, including buying the DVD so I could see deleted clips.
Don't you love Bill Nighy in it, especially when he's dancing. He's like a walking stick with moves.
Also, A Whiter Shade of Pale is awesome no matter when it's played... so was the entire album.
(zombie sidles in slowly, keeping his back to the wall and one eye on an exit in case mikey shows up looking to start the zombocalypse early)
For mikey.
(sneaking the hell out, before that turd-bomb goes off)
OMG *shakes fist at zombie*
Also, A Whiter Shade of Pale is awesome no matter when it's played... so was the entire album.
One of my friends plays it on the accordion, and it KICKS ASS!!!
ZRM- what is wrong with you?!?
Z - I just, I dunno, I mean.....
Thunda - I did. Totally!!
(whispering) sh. Just wait til mikey sees it. (shambling surreptitiously away, drink in hand).
Something tells me he won't be at a loss for words... mikey never seems to be at a loss for words.
"God DAMMIT" I shouted. "What's a dude gotta do to get a drink in this dump?" The bartender averted his eyes and busied himself slicing limes.
I slid off the stool and stumbled into the well dressed kids standing behind me. "S'cuse me", I offered, perhaps slurring slightly.
Suddenly, without warning, she was at my side, gripping my elbow and firing angry glares from her deep blue eyes. "Who's the proprietor of this establishment?" she demanded in her lilting voice and oddly guttural eastern European accent. Silence.
She stood stock still. The clock ticked. Everyone looked at each other nervously.
"ANSWER ME!!" she suddenly shrieked. "What the HELL is wrong with you people?" she squeaked.
A large, sweating man poked his head out the door behind the bar. "Umm, ma'am, I own this bar. Can I help you with something?"
She turned, softening without warning, her brilliant smile and sparkling eyes offset dramatically by her curly blonde hair. "This gentleman is my client. I am Orly Taitz, Attorney at Dentistry, and I only want to know one thing."
The owner approached, smiling, extending his hand. "Sam Foote, proprietor. Nice to meet you. What did you want to know?"
Orly shoved me back to my stool and drew herself up to her full five and a half feet. "Where were you born?" Sam was flummoxed. "Uh, River City, Iowa" he sputtered.
"Prove it!" was all Orly said. "And get my client a triple Sailor Jerry's now, before it gets worse.
I settled back on the stool, looking around at the gaping stares of the local rubes. Orly surely had them mesmerized, and I was going to enjoy the show.
And perhaps, if I played my cards right, the after party...
Oh, Mikey....
mikey threatens to shoot me in the head because I know his weak spot....
....but you convinced me Von. DL'ed the soundtrack.
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