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Spoilers for about everything. Including life.
Okay, so I've been doing some pirateing.
I ADMIT IT.
Anyway, so I have been wanting to see the oldie Robert Rodriguez directed in 1998, The Faculty.
Hey, its an oldie. The only things older he's directed were From Dusk Till Dawn and El Mariachi.
So, it really should be a no-brainer once you see Robert Rodriguez's name connected in anyway, shape, or form, but in case you're hangin' back, SEE IT.
The movie has an up-and-coming cast, and a older comfort cast.
For the kids, we've got a very yummy Josh Hartnett, a freaky young Elijah Wood (the mainish character, btw), and a defensive Clea DuVall (the pathological liar from Girl Interrupted), with a smattering of other kids you really don't ever see again unless you watch daytime TV (but if you get worried like me, they did get other work. All for CSI, I think.)
The adults include Salma Hayek, Famke Janssen (Jean Grey, ya'll), and Robert Patrick, who scared the hell out of me.
In fact, they all do. Why? Because they are real. Its like looking back into high school all over again. And thats freaky as hell.
My first thought to the movie (after going, 'Dude, Offspring!') was, 'Oh, thank you God, I'm done with high school.' This movie reminded me that while I may not have been hazed like some of these kids, and I certainly wasn't in Ohio, high school still blows. Goats. (Sorry, Frank.)
The characters are each a typical high school sterotype, and it covered some ground that I didn't expect. Clea DuVall's character is the tortured loner who used the label of 'lesbian' to keep people off her back. Huh. I'm impressed. Josh Hartnett is the slacker drug-dealer, who actually knows more than the group put together. The kid Stan is the football captain figuring out that football maybe shouldn't be the 'be-all-and-end-all' of his life. Theres the bitch head cheerleader, of course. And then theres the sterotypical Southern new kid. Yeah, we got a party.
And its Invasion of the Body Snatchers. Meets Slither. Exceot no Nathan Fillon, who pretty much would have skyrocketed this film into godhood. Not to say that it doesn't get damn close. Hell, it could be there. I'm still freaking from the 'Oh, God, I'm back in high school' feel of it.
I actually don't want to kill the movie too badly, so I'll just leave it at this, and say also that if you watch this movie, prepare yourself for even more money-spending (or if you're like me...) because you will develop this crack-like burn to get the soundtrack. You think I'm joking?
So, bottom line? SEE IT.
High ho, high ho, its to 30 Days of Night we go...
Okay, so I've been doing some pirateing.
I ADMIT IT.
Anyway, so I have been wanting to see the oldie Robert Rodriguez directed in 1998, The Faculty.
Hey, its an oldie. The only things older he's directed were From Dusk Till Dawn and El Mariachi.
So, it really should be a no-brainer once you see Robert Rodriguez's name connected in anyway, shape, or form, but in case you're hangin' back, SEE IT.
The movie has an up-and-coming cast, and a older comfort cast.
For the kids, we've got a very yummy Josh Hartnett, a freaky young Elijah Wood (the mainish character, btw), and a defensive Clea DuVall (the pathological liar from Girl Interrupted), with a smattering of other kids you really don't ever see again unless you watch daytime TV (but if you get worried like me, they did get other work. All for CSI, I think.)
The adults include Salma Hayek, Famke Janssen (Jean Grey, ya'll), and Robert Patrick, who scared the hell out of me.
In fact, they all do. Why? Because they are real. Its like looking back into high school all over again. And thats freaky as hell.
My first thought to the movie (after going, 'Dude, Offspring!') was, 'Oh, thank you God, I'm done with high school.' This movie reminded me that while I may not have been hazed like some of these kids, and I certainly wasn't in Ohio, high school still blows. Goats. (Sorry, Frank.)
The characters are each a typical high school sterotype, and it covered some ground that I didn't expect. Clea DuVall's character is the tortured loner who used the label of 'lesbian' to keep people off her back. Huh. I'm impressed. Josh Hartnett is the slacker drug-dealer, who actually knows more than the group put together. The kid Stan is the football captain figuring out that football maybe shouldn't be the 'be-all-and-end-all' of his life. Theres the bitch head cheerleader, of course. And then theres the sterotypical Southern new kid. Yeah, we got a party.
And its Invasion of the Body Snatchers. Meets Slither. Exceot no Nathan Fillon, who pretty much would have skyrocketed this film into godhood. Not to say that it doesn't get damn close. Hell, it could be there. I'm still freaking from the 'Oh, God, I'm back in high school' feel of it.
I actually don't want to kill the movie too badly, so I'll just leave it at this, and say also that if you watch this movie, prepare yourself for even more money-spending (or if you're like me...) because you will develop this crack-like burn to get the soundtrack. You think I'm joking?
So, bottom line? SEE IT.
High ho, high ho, its to 30 Days of Night we go...
