Two
other boys wander around the class and then nearly come to blows.
Not exact matches
Occasionally
wandering to the
other side of the cameras, Vint has functioned as writer, producer and director, often under the auspices of another «good ole
boy» actor - turned - producer, Max Baer.
More like a Guy Ritchie movie than a Tarantino one, the
boys then indulge themselves in a series of
wandering conversations, throwing crass jokes around, and having chance encounters with eccentric characters — all of which turned up knowing each
other and eventually come to a head with a final chase / shootout.
It just comes off as so much annoying undergraduate bull - shitting, like D.B. Weiss in Lucky
Wander Boy, trying desperately to pretend that the Atari and arcade games of his youth were anything more than primitive toys, which to me is an insult to the myriad
other far more complex games in the intervening decades that actually intentionally wove theme and symbolism into the fabric of their being.