I'm your everyday guy
not a lowlife.
Not exact matches
They become a poor
lowlife sap that doesn't have a chance.
Well, well... I know that two wrongs don't make a right, but I think in this case there should be an exception... Calling on all of those grieving family members and friends of all those that this group decided to picket their funerals... Now is the time to come together and give this
lowlife and his followers a dose of reality.
She understood humanity enough that, while she advocated her idiotic and wrongheaded sense of aesthetics to groups of intellectuals, and while she did seek approval from those same groups and hoped to change a few minds, she did
not care (nor did she ever expect) the rest of us
lowlifes to ever pick up the banner of Objectivism and run with it.
Do atheists advocate that if you don't do exactly what they say, than you are such a
lowlife that you deserve to spend eternity in hell?
Here is my evil plan — Create a fictional character, have him born into poverty in a part of the world full of strife with no recorded history, cast some doubts on his conception (that will keep them guessing), leave a decade or so gap in his life story, re-introduce him in the middle of nowhere and tell everyone he has all these amazing powers, he confounds and confuses all his followers and tells them
not to tell anyone about what he does or where he is going and Oh yeah, they are all prostiitutes and tax cheats and lepers and the really
lowlifes of society, deny them the chance to follow him, set him at odds with both the government and the church powers of his time, cast doubts on his seexuality and intelligence, make it so he refuses anyone to come to his aid and kill him in the most horrible way imaginable, then hide his body, make it so nothing he does can be historically proven.
Just because the messenger is a
lowlife, does
not necessarily mean he is wrong in this case.
But on the other hand, upstate's population should
not supplemented with a bunch of
lowlife NYCers.
Since «Law Abiding Citizen» turns out to be «Clyde: Portrait of a Serial Killer (or «Clean Shaven Death Wish), in which the daddy - turned - vigilante (played by Gerald Butler) starts killing,
not NYC
lowlifes like a Scottish Charles Bronson, but innocent people, ala Henry (Michael Rooker) in the 1989 John McNaughton film, brutality needs to match brutality, because the cause and effect of the carnage needs to be better proportioned.
He is a
lowlife from that poor part of town where he and his criminal friends; Spud, Sick Boy and Begbie do nothing much, for there isn't much they can do.
Thanks to ecstatic festival reception (
not to mention a positive reference from Quentin Tarantino), mainstream audiences will get a look at
Lowlife next year.
Sorry, Rinslowe, but there is no reason to call anyone a
lowlife (
not over video games anyway).
«I don't understand people that see a distance between themselves and characters like [American Buffalo «s] Teach or Ratso Rizzo or what we call the fringe of society or the losers of society or the gutter heap or the
lowlife.»
Still, its instantly recognizable lines, characters, and scenes must be acknowledged, and Samuel L. Jackson's alert but world - weary hitman gives this tale of L.A.
lowlifes an emotional weightiness Tarantino's lesser efforts don't quite achieve.
Indeed, Alvarez and co-writer Rodo Sayagues seemed to go out of their way to craft a crime that is repellent enough to turns these
lowlife teens into heroes by comparison, but
not graphic in a way that would require «Saw» - like torture porn (but the table is certainly set).
Not surprisingly, Saulnier's stylistic fingerprints are all over I Don't Feel At Home, detectable on everything from the contrast - heavy cinematography to a focus on fringe - dwelling
lowlifes to the sudden bursts of grotesque violence.
It's the directorial debut of Macon Blair, who starred in Jeremy Saulnier's Blue Ruin and played a key supporting role in his Green Room, and the influence is plain in everything from I Don't Feel At Home's contrast - heavy cinematography to its focus on fringe - dwelling
lowlifes to its sudden bursts of grisly violence.
Never starting their sentences with «You have the right to remain silent,» Terry and Bob abuse
lowlifes to score drugs and money while trying to keep their private lives in some kind of order (but
not really giving a shit about it).
We don't know if the vehicle is finally becoming acceptant of having
lowlifes such as us driving it, but lately those issues haven't manifested themselves.
Well, maybe
not, but it seems like the right step for Johnson, and this pinballing tale of revenge - minded
lowlifes in California's Central Valley seemed to be a way for Johnson to blow off some steam as well as letting us know that, big book award or no, he's just a regular guy who likes to write books about psychos who threatens to eat other guys» balls.
She couldn't believe I wouldn't do what's right and stop these
lowlifes.
Praying that will actually happen instead of giving them back to
lowlife scums that are
not deserving of having them..
I would never put a rooftop garden in the warzone ghetto — it's likely that either 1) what tenants growing is
not edible, at least
not food edible 2) some tenant will get drunk and / or violent and fall off the roof and sue the OP or 3) it will be a place where vagrants, drunks, thugs, and
lowlifes congregate and either hurt themselves, someone else, or cause some sort of issue for the OP (noise, fights, parties, drugs, violence, juvenille delinquents, skateboarding off the roof, domestic violence, you name it).