Not exact matches
That
flick really was something special, you can
see the clip of it on this page if you missed it, and at
such a young age Iwobi is already doing well, with a debut goal for his country, but with just two goals from 35 senior Arsenal appearances it seems obvious on the face of it where the lad needs to improve.
The rest of the film can be rejected, even at the intellectually contemptible level of disaster
flicks, for
such inept conceptions as a volcano that throws fireballs nowhere except straight at the hotel, and a tidal wave that must be only about one block wide, for all that the tranquil sea views from just up the beach indicate; and for trembly special effects the like of which hasn't been
seen since the DeLuxe Color Allens at the turn of the Sixties.
Nevertheless, it does retain a small cult following, and can even be
seen as a precursor of sorts to
such films as the horror
flick Event Horizon and Danny Boyle's dying sun thriller, Sunshine.
The reputation of the original 1975
flick may have been somewhat tarnished by the various bad sequels (none of them involving director Spielberg) and a horde of lousy imitators (
such as Piranha, Orca - the Killer Whale and the like), but this is mostly in the minds of people who haven't
seen the original in quite a while or at all.
Law, once upon a time, was the king of the chick
flick (well, he was when I was a teenager and swooned a lot), but has more recently been
seen in more action and adventure films
such as the Sherlock Holmes trifecta and the upcoming King Arthur.
For that reason, I'd recommend skipping my review until after you've
seen it if you're at all interested in
such things as campy horror
flicks (especially if you find most ridiculously formulaic), satirical romps, or just are enamored of the writing of Joss Whedon (Serenity, Atlantis: The Lost Empire).
In - jokes abound,
such as the plethora of «moon» songs in the soundtrack («Blue Moon», «Moondance», «Bad Moon Rising», etc.), as well as the perfunctory appearances of the Landis» fictional trademark, «
See You Next Wednesday» as a porn
flick, and the «ask for Babs» addition to the Universal Studio Tours end card after the credits.
by Walter Chaw As abortion dramedies go, this year's already
seen Todd Solondz's far superior Palindromes and will soon
see the abhorrent right - wing stem cell
flick The Island, and for bellwethers of
such things, there's still Hal Hartley's timeless Trust from fifteen years back.
It's interesting to
see a film made by
such professionals in the world of «chick
flicks» struggle so much to come up with so little in terms of entertainment for women here.
Yes, we've
seen this mad dash to get one's hands on a MacGuffin in many, many action
flicks before (Hello, Guardians of the Galaxy, Avengers, X-Men, and anything else with a Marvel / DC label), but it seems a bit excusable here since
such storytelling devices are ingrained in what Star Trek is all about.
Most teachers use silencing methods,
such as
flicking the lights, ringing a call bell (
see Teacher Tipster's charming video on the subject), raising two fingers, saying «Attention, class,» or using Harry Wong's Give Me 5 — a command for students to:
The value of this show lies in the opportunity to
see such wildly beautiful art quite possibly for the first time — the
flicks, drips and pourings, the veils, stripes and zips, the glowing oblongs and hanging gardens, the sheer perpetuum mobile of brushmarks.
The trick is to align the two photographs
such that the animation
flicks back and forth between them so rapidly that you lose a sense of motion and instead
see three dimensions.