Not exact matches
It doesn't say
much about the commander's military prowess when he would be out - maneuvered by a
fucking pigeon during commute traffic because the pigeon has enough
sense to pull the
fuck up.
The film provides an endless slew of impressive, punk tracks, most notably a dangerously clever usage of Dead Kennedys» «Nazi Punks
Fuck Off» which adds as
much to the film's comedic tone as it does the foreboding
sense of threat all around these characters.
If director Paul Andrew Williams tries too hard to apply a familiar
sense of dry humour to the proceedings (landing closer to last year's eye - roller Severance than to anything Edgar Wright has ever done), he finds his calling in the fine art of overcompensation: throw enough severed body parts around and scream «
fucking cunt» to the rafters as many times as possible and perhaps everyone will forget that you don't have
much to say at all.
Perhaps it meant more in 1993, but in this struggling economy, you get the
sense that most people would not have too
much gumption about
fucking for a nine digit payout (or maybe I've lived in Hollywood too long).
Characters fail to react to events as one would expect, nobody seems to ever make decisions which make
much sense and motivations are vague at best, especially in the case of the Ice Lords, who are seemingly evil because
fuck it, that's why!.