I'm Sasha.
My glass is half full.
on “Need for Speed”
This is my brief review of the 2014 movie “Need for Speed,” starring Aaron Paul, Dominic Cooper and Imogen Poots, as requested by Kendel Goonis.
Overall this movie is not great. The basic plot is that a blue-collar mechanic has to get into this top-secret high-stakes street race to prove that he was wrongfully imprisoned in connection to his friend’s death, and also to get his REVENGE. The secret race is put on by a reclusive eccentric billionaire played by Michael Keaton, who wears cool sunglasses and is by far the best character in the movie, even though he’s only in it for about 5 minutes total. Obviously, it’s a movie about racing cars, and the car races, chases and stunts are intense and amazing. Like, edge of your seat, sweaty palms good. In fact, none of it is CGI and much of the stunt driving was actually done by the actors, so that aspect is really awesome. All the parts in between the car races are pretty boring. There is no sex, very few guns, one nude man’s butt, and a fair amount of brooding.
If you’re into CAR SHIT, MAN, have an appreciation for real stunts over CGI, or are willing to sacrifice a couple hours of your time to see 5 minutes of Michael Keaton being weird, then it’s worth a watch.
:D
I will, adorable sloth, I WILL!
Conan O’Brien spoke to Terry in 2003, right before the 10 year anniversary of hosting Late Night. This moment was particularly funny (and poignant in a silly way) as he jokes about his childhood repression:
This is turning into a therapy session. I’m going to get a bill from NPR. The repression is all there, it’s real. It fuels the depression and the self-hate, it’s like a Rube Goldberg device, ‘The depression drops down onto the self-hate, which triggers the self-loathing, which then fuels the anger, which curdles into comedy, and then it sadly leads to a slow, quiet drinking problem.’
It all fits, it’s like a Swiss watch the way it interrelates … There’s an element of truth to everything I say and then I exaggerate.
“We met 55 years ago on a teen tour, and have been best friends ever since.”
“What’s her best quality?”
“She’s loyal.”
“What’s the toughest thing she’s ever helped you through?”
“I don’t know if I should say this, but I’m going to. Fourteen years ago, I got lung cancer. Then seven or eight years ago, I got breast cancer. And now the lung cancer’s back. I must have set a record or something, because it was fourteen years ago, but now it’s back, and it’s metastasized, and the prognosis is not good.”
“She’s doing good. The chemo is working.”
“She’s right, I’m doing ok, and I’ll make it longer than expected, but the prognosis is not good. And I’m gonna cry now, but I’ve got to say— and I know it’s a cliche— but she’s been there every step of the way. Every appointment, every surgery, every time I’ve done chemo, she’s been there. And I couldn’t have come this far without her.”
(via humansofnewyork)