Rush Hour 13: Saving Gino
They come from different suburbs, but on this case, Houston's smoothest salesman and San Antonio's feistiest Fantasy league smack talker have one goal in mind: Save Gino from the Triads. Detective B-Dub Parmigiano's dogg was taken during an intense Spurs game. With no one to turn to, he called the person he relied upon the most: Gentle Bear DalClay, the smoothest talking carnivore in the continental 48. Together, the two must rescue Gino...Before the Playoffs Start.
In Theatres Memorial Day weekend
FACE OFF 2: Crowley Tiger, Hidden Henna
There's only room for one sadistic tyrant on I-35, and for four years, Mikael Mazoratti has been attempting to eliminate the elusive Bartles `Python' Darling. For Mazoratti, there's no time better than...right now. To capture the Python, Mazoratti tries the unthinkable: He becomes him. Unfortunately for Mazoratti, getting high every night and eating mini corn dogs does not mesh well with a stake out. While stoned and listening to Bob Dylan on loop, the Python slithers his way underneath Mazoratti's freshly stained deck. Only one will survive.
Playing exlcusively at Red Goose Multi-cultural Movie Tavern
Rain Man, Parte Dos
Clinton Frazier is a hustler. A business man. A world traveler. A woman canoodler. He knows how to work people. Or he thought he did. Then he met up with his estranged hometown friend Leon `Craps' Harper. Harper, an idiot savant drifter, recently won $2 million dollars when he bet $1,000 on Bruce Bowen's exact stat line of 7 points, 4 rebounds, 2 steals and 2 blocks. When Leon calls Frazier to tell him about his plans for the money, he rambles about ``Puma shoes. Yeah. Puma shoes. Greyhound. Yeah. Argentina. Gotta go. Patagonia. Yeah. Snowboarding. Gotta Snowboard. Greyhound. Puma shoes.'' Frazier knows he must intervene, and he reunites with Leon in Buenos Aires, where Frazier has some plans of his own for the money: A lifetime supply of LA Looks and wind pants. Will the old friends find compromise?
Playing exclusively at the Alamo Dome.
The Gooder Son
One is fat. One is gay. One designs. One writes. One wears cleavage shirts. One wears hoodies in July. As different as they maybe, their desire is identical: Attention. Adam and Adam sacrifice all morality and common sense to obtain it, however it the end, only one will survive to bask in the coveted spotlight. The rivalry heightens after a slanderous `Say it in French' comment boils over into the raging waters of the Guadelupe. What began as a friendship, ends in... MURDER.
Playing at the Garage Theatre on Trail Lake
Fear and Loathing in India
He thought his drug induced, pill popping days lay in his past. Then he spent the weekend in Bombay. Amidst a whirlwind of tall women, hemp necklaces, tattoos of the sun and a truck deemed `The White Antelope', Gonzo engineer Mattisse Chambone creates his own version of what is the `Indian Dream'. Upon dealing with aardvarks, Aussies, chronic fatigue syndrome, glowsticks and a hatred for reading, Chambone leaves his `beauty mark' on the East Asian countryside as he raves his way to the Taj Mahal. Come for the trip. If you dare.
Showing exclusively in the middle of the Indian Ocean.
A Clockwork Camouflage
A young, firy man, Millerdom couldn't resist public ass grabbing, fleeces without undershirts, solitaire or police brutality. Then he joined the Marines. He was few, he was proud, but had he changed? He returned home with a new body and mindset, until he is reunited with his old mates. There, his friends induce him in a therapy called `FunkyTown Cat Calls', in which he is forced to drink copious amounts of alcohol and shout obscenties at urban street dwellers post 2am. His reversion to old habits causes internal Millerdom dilemma: Will he continue to be the upstanding citizen he's become, or will his rekindling with the IC ignite the embers of vintage Millerdom?
In Theatres whenever he decides it's in theatres. Pussy.
14 comments:
This is a nominee for Best post of the Year. I took much pleasure into reading these, had me laughing for about 15 minutes.
Portillo and Brown in Rain Man is going to have me laughing the rest of the day. Especially the part about Leon's Bruce Bowen stat line prediction.
Love the Rush Hour 13
Great Job!
read the whole thing...brilliant
favorite line...
In Theatres whenever he decides it's in theatres. Pussy.
Well done Mr. Williams, you have made for a wonderful Friday afternoon!
I can't decide on a favorite line...Chambers and Bear both hit good ones
1) In Theatres whenever he decides it's in theatres. Pussy.
2) Bruce Bowen's exact stat line of 7 points, 4 rebounds, 2 steals and 2 blocks
Best Video Clip - The video of Faust and Williams fighting that is associated with this line is still one of my favorites of all time..... "The rivalry heightens after a slanderous `Say it in French' comment boils over into the raging waters of the Guadelupe"
are you fucking kidding me?
"idiot savant DRIFTER". "idiot savant DRIFTER"."idiot savant DRIFTER"."idiot savant DRIFTER"."idiot savant DRIFTER".
E=MCsquared i now comprehend worm holes.
ALBERT FUCKING EINSTEIN. changed my life. best line by far. if you dont agree go DIE. after you DIE go fuck your brother.
"one wears cleavage shirts."
JESUS CHRIST super star. couldnt be more true. faust you love being a gay california transy whore. you fucking fraud. seriously. climb up a cross with nails you poser slut.
laugh crying myself to sleep.
no one spoil anything & die soon.
lavaca
p.s. williams you suck uncircumsized puerto rican dick
Mazur.
Was this drunk talk?
Irrregarddless, I am now drunk off your insane sense of humor and your reference to post-death brother intercourse.
You crazy.
Mazur, I assumed you'd like this Lubahn jab:
`Unfortunately for Mazoratti, getting high every night and eating mini corn dogs does not mesh well with a stake out.'
No?
I love Lubahn's collegiate eating habits.
fuck yes. mazur's a menstruation slut.
i need to find my mascara. you guys let me know if you want anyone killed.
cold war kids changed my life... hospital beds. joy and misery.
mazur, did you say this about me?
"you fucking fraud. seriously. climb up a cross with nails you poser slut"
I'm sure you didn't mean that. I'm sure you feel bad about that. Because if you dont you are an awfully negative/ugly human. And that can't be true, so you must feel bad about that comment. I will give you the benefit of the doubt on this one...
Nothing is worse than being called a poser/fraud. Absolutely nothing...
simmer down there Macaulay. im not positive but my best guess is that my wine brain choose those words due to the "cleavage shirt" comment. i think what my pinot noir was trying to get across was that you sometimes dress as if you're a laid back hippie surfer with a liberal slant. we all know this to be false. false = fraudulent.
i'm unable to explain why i believe williams fellatios our american islander brethren.
cabernet is the devil.
-negative/ugly human
we've all written emails/posts drunk, and learned that usually doesn't go well. I probably could have stuck with just negative, and left ugly off the canvas...
All is fair and evil on the IC.
God. What happened here?
I feel like Will Smith in I am Legend. I didn't see it, but I'm pretty sure he wakes up and there's just tons of wreckage (previous three posts) (this is a metaphor comment) and ugly things lurking (I guess the metaphor is still in regards to the previous three comments) around.
Breathe boys. Through the nostrils. Think Guadelupe. Yes. Yes. Guadelupe. Now think of Williams. He's dunking on you. He's skinny and tan, and still a fantastic, superior athlete-human. Yes. Yes, that's it. Breathe.
Hey Miller.
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