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So.. There's this website called Real Scoop, and apparently, they took an old interview of Stanford's and decided to point out when he was answering questions and when he was spouting spin.
Yeah. I'm going to use my inexpert opinion and say that it's bullshit, because the fact that The Hills Have Eyes the 70's version had a sequel is considered "Highly Questionable." Actual facts cannot be "Highly Questionable" unless they are, in actuality, not facts. That is the definition of a fact. To be unquestionable. Two plus two. It is four. And they lived happily ever after. Story over.
The theory is that they thought he was lying because Stanford is sort of... Well. A mess when it comes to interviews, and this was one of the messiest. Lots of stuttering. Lots of touching his face. A well-brought up lady never touches her face, Stanford!
Though, I guess that doesn't really apply. Seeing as how, you know, not a lady.
But baby boy does better in print. Except for how sometimes he's all, "Oh, yeah. Can you repeat that because I was too busy being an asshole to answer the question." (Only I can't find the interview that that quote is from and I'm on like, page 45 of google. So I may have to stop fake-quoting that. Unless someone else has it bookmarked or something. )
This one circa X3 is pretty funny, too, except I have no idea if it's been posted before. But it is kind of hilarious, so I will quote:
""Cars just don't spontaneously explode. I read an article about it recently, actually. They tried to replicate what happens in movies whenever a car falls off a cliff and it explodes. It doesn't happen."
Also, I found the most hilarious shit ever about Flakes, which basically is a horrible, horrible review called "I Watched This On Purpose." Okay, to be fair, Flakes was a little predictable and corny. I liked it. My roommate and her boyfriend (of the moment) went to sleep twenty minutes in. It took my copy of Runaway to get her to stop making fun of me when Stanford came up, and her (now ex) boyfriend never let me choose the movie again (though this also may have something to do with that movie with Collin Hanks, Diane Lane, and the serial killer).
I think mostly, the thing about Flakes isn't that it's bad, or poorly acted, or any of that. It's the same problem I had with Into the Wild: the characters are such irredeemable douchebags that I don't want them to succeed.
Because if Mr. Downs and Ms. Katz are anything, they are punk ass indie-loving hipster douchebags full of manufactured idealism about this mythical thing called "artistic integrity" and shit like commercialism, mass consumerism, and the man.
So, yeah, I get having a serious hate on for those two. But I still thought the film was a lot of fun.
Sort of like Empire Records's snotty emo cousin with an ego problem and lack of quotable lines. (No visible tattoos, no revealing clothing../We're both screwed./At least you're used to it.)
But this dude basically just rips into Flakes for all he's worth, so it's horrible, because I feel as if I'm the only person on the whole wide intranet allowed to make fun of Stanford and call him a douchebag.
The good thing is, though, that there are tons and tons of clips.
Even though I've talked so much shit about this movie I have to buy it now, even though my roommate will yell at me and tell me I could've bought an eyeshadow/six cases of Diet Pepsi.
Anyway, go check it out if you can either ignore or stomach the text.
And if you think it's kind of funny, read the comments. The term "cockbag" is used.
And P.S. These dudes are really not the people to be calling out others for appearing douchey in fictional or any other form. A bit of the pot calling the kettle a feminine hygiene product, if you know what I mean.
Wow. This post is really long.
No! You can not haz lj-cutz.
XO
Ashe
Yeah. I'm going to use my inexpert opinion and say that it's bullshit, because the fact that The Hills Have Eyes the 70's version had a sequel is considered "Highly Questionable." Actual facts cannot be "Highly Questionable" unless they are, in actuality, not facts. That is the definition of a fact. To be unquestionable. Two plus two. It is four. And they lived happily ever after. Story over.
The theory is that they thought he was lying because Stanford is sort of... Well. A mess when it comes to interviews, and this was one of the messiest. Lots of stuttering. Lots of touching his face. A well-brought up lady never touches her face, Stanford!
Though, I guess that doesn't really apply. Seeing as how, you know, not a lady.
But baby boy does better in print. Except for how sometimes he's all, "Oh, yeah. Can you repeat that because I was too busy being an asshole to answer the question." (Only I can't find the interview that that quote is from and I'm on like, page 45 of google. So I may have to stop fake-quoting that. Unless someone else has it bookmarked or something. )
This one circa X3 is pretty funny, too, except I have no idea if it's been posted before. But it is kind of hilarious, so I will quote:
""Cars just don't spontaneously explode. I read an article about it recently, actually. They tried to replicate what happens in movies whenever a car falls off a cliff and it explodes. It doesn't happen."
Also, I found the most hilarious shit ever about Flakes, which basically is a horrible, horrible review called "I Watched This On Purpose." Okay, to be fair, Flakes was a little predictable and corny. I liked it. My roommate and her boyfriend (of the moment) went to sleep twenty minutes in. It took my copy of Runaway to get her to stop making fun of me when Stanford came up, and her (now ex) boyfriend never let me choose the movie again (though this also may have something to do with that movie with Collin Hanks, Diane Lane, and the serial killer).
I think mostly, the thing about Flakes isn't that it's bad, or poorly acted, or any of that. It's the same problem I had with Into the Wild: the characters are such irredeemable douchebags that I don't want them to succeed.
Because if Mr. Downs and Ms. Katz are anything, they are punk ass indie-loving hipster douchebags full of manufactured idealism about this mythical thing called "artistic integrity" and shit like commercialism, mass consumerism, and the man.
So, yeah, I get having a serious hate on for those two. But I still thought the film was a lot of fun.
Sort of like Empire Records's snotty emo cousin with an ego problem and lack of quotable lines. (No visible tattoos, no revealing clothing../We're both screwed./At least you're used to it.)
But this dude basically just rips into Flakes for all he's worth, so it's horrible, because I feel as if I'm the only person on the whole wide intranet allowed to make fun of Stanford and call him a douchebag.
The good thing is, though, that there are tons and tons of clips.
Even though I've talked so much shit about this movie I have to buy it now, even though my roommate will yell at me and tell me I could've bought an eyeshadow/six cases of Diet Pepsi.
Anyway, go check it out if you can either ignore or stomach the text.
And if you think it's kind of funny, read the comments. The term "cockbag" is used.
And P.S. These dudes are really not the people to be calling out others for appearing douchey in fictional or any other form. A bit of the pot calling the kettle a feminine hygiene product, if you know what I mean.
Wow. This post is really long.
No! You can not haz lj-cutz.
XO
Ashe