Metal Reviews

Took me forever to remember...My Cousin Vinny.

"It's best not to be too moral. You cheat yourself out of too much of life."

"I wanted this to be professional, efficient, adult, cooperative. Not a lot to ask. Alas, your Mr. Takagi did not see it that way, so he won't be joining us for the rest of his life. We can go any way you want it. You can either walk out of here...or be carried out. But have no illusions. We are in charge. So decide now, each of you. And please remember: we have left nothing to chance. "

Deep Red.
I'm a big Argento fan.

"Have you ever had... an Egyptian Feast?"

Hahaha, a classic! Blood Feast

A connoisseur I see...


Argento absolutely rules

But, of course...
here's an easy one, but a classic:

"Now the sun will be up in an hour or so, and we can all get out of here together. You, me, Linda, Shelly. Hmm... Well... not Shelly, she? We'll all be going home together. Wouldn't you like to be going home? I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you? Scott?"

"Now you just take back that cup you keep switching, Earl, or it'll be pump city!"

Evil Dead, haha. Classic indeed

Just thought of two cool quotes that I can't choose between, hence I will post them both:


"thirty seconds after you're born you have a past, and sixty seconds after that you begin to lie to yourself about it"



"No tears please... It's a waste of good suffering"

"Stop it, will you? I feel ill."

"You'd say that, but that wouldn't wash with Jeff! He'd like a bit of pleading...add spice to it."

Agh is the last one Hellraiser?

Yep.. Give the man a cigar... The top one is from Cronenberg's The Brood

"You know what Mitchell? You're the biggest pussy I've ever seen in my life. Didn't even try. How does that feel?"

The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it...

Austin Powers! The second one i think. Always fun to make stuff up aboiut the Belgians..except the ball-shaving, mind you.

"Ernest Hemingway once wrote: "The world is a fine place, and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part"

Correctomundo, but it's the first one... a mixed bag, that one.

You're always gonna have problems lifting a body in one piece. Apparently the best thing to do is cut up a corpse into six pieces and pile it all together.
And when you got your six pieces, you gotta get rid of them, because it's no good leaving it in the deep freeze for your mum to discover, now is it? Then I hear the best thing to do is feed them to pigs. You got to starve the pigs for a few days, then the sight of a chopped-up body will look like curry to a pisshead. You gotta shave the heads of your victims, and pull the teeth out for the sake of the piggies' digestion. You could do this afterwards, of course, but you don't want to go sievin' through pig shit, now do you? They will go through bone like butter. You need at least sixteen pigs to finish the job in one sitting, so be wary of any man who keeps a pig farm. They will go through a body that weighs 200 pounds in about eight minutes. That means that a single pig can consume two pounds of uncooked flesh every minute. Hence the expression, "as greedy as a pig".

Snatch! The one and only. Watch Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels if you haven't already.

My turn:

I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.

Fight Club?