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Hollywood Preys on the Past Again

Title: Predators
Director: Nimród Antal
Notable Cast Members: Adrien Brody, Alice Braga, Laurence Fishburne, Danny Trejo, Topher Grace
Year Released: 2010
Rating: R (violence and language)

The 30 Second Review

A group of strangers are dropped (literally) into an unknown jungle only to discover that they share two things in common: they are each considered dangerous by society and they have no recollection of how they arrived above the jungle. The group of soldiers, mercenaries, criminals, and a seemingly out of place doctor soon realize they are being hunted as sport. After receiving valuable information from the survivor of a previous hunt, the group attempts to capture a ride home from their hunters, culminating in a showdown between the leader of the hunters and the leader of the group. Throughout Predators, viewers are treated to plenty of action and a generally fast pace.

The Detailed Review

Full disclosure notice: I love this franchise, and harbor strong feelings about it. Since the first time I saw the steroid induced handshake in the late 1980s, I have eagerly awaited each subsequent installment in hopes that it will attain even a fraction of the testosterone fueled ass kicking awesomeness of the first movie. Sadly, Alien Versus Predator dented my enthusiasm, and then Aliens Versus Predator: Requiem took what esteem I still had for the series and exploded it out of me with diarrhetic fury. So when the poster for Predators appeared in my local movie theater, it took a few months for me to come around to watching it. My hopes sprang anew when the disc loaded and the background music began to play the theme music from the original Predator. Then I hit play ...

Synopsis

*Begin Spoiler Warning*

Predators opens at a fast pace. Actually, at about 9.2 ft./s squared, because the movie opens with Adrien Brody's character (we later learn his name is Royce) plummeting towards a tree covered expanse from the heavens. Initially unconscious, he awakes (and I'm guessing probably soils himself), and finds an unfamiliar parachute strapped to his back. After a hard landing in the jungle setting, he is soon joined by a group of other only recently awakened jumpers. With the exception of Edwin (Topher Grace's character), each of the arrivals represents some kind of aggressive, dangerous military or paramilitary group or other similarly dangerous profession. There is a Spetsnaz member plucked from Chechnya, a Mexican drug enforcer (big surprise, Trejo's character), a well-dressed Yakuza, an American sniper (Alice Braga's character), and a handful of others, including a death row convict armed only with a shiv. The others are all still carrying the equipment they were holding when abducted from the previous locale.

Fans of the original Predator probably already have alarm bells going off in their mind. Five minutes into the movie we have a group of heavily armed professional killers isolated in a jungle against an unknown entity. Sound familiar? Believe me, this trend of mimicking the original continues, and becomes more unabashed as the movie progresses.

After fighting off a group of small dinosaur looking animals, the group pieces together (with the assistance of a few serendipitous encounters with items in the jungle) that they are being hunted. Royce, taking the lead as alpha male, determines that the dinosaur creatures must be “hounds” to flush them out. The group follows his lead and begins backtracking the small creatures. This brings them to the camp of the Predators, where they discover a live one chained in the middle of camp. As you may have guessed, the Predators are camouflaged with their crazy light bending technology, and set upon the group from the perimeter of the camp. The group takes off through the jungle wildly and ... I didn't believe it either ... falls off a conveniently placed cliff into a jungle river, thus escaping the inevitable slaughter. That's right, they get away from the Predators by falling off a big cliff into a pool of water. Sounding more familiar now? This is exactly how Dutch (Schwarzenegger's character) escaped certain doom at the hand of the original Predator. The shot is almost identical.

After the group recovers, a little heart to heart exchange between Royce and Isabelle occurs in which she divulges some previous knowledge of the creatures, referencing the original movie (and unfortunately, also being highly reminiscent of Carl Weathers in the original). Soon after the group encounters (a somewhat portly) Fishburne, a special forces survivor from a previous hunt who has been hiding in a derelict spaceship. He fills in a lot of details about the Predators, the hunt, and the possibility of escape (including revealing that the Predators keep a spaceship near their camp) before the group goes to sleep.

After awakening to smoke, the group realizes that they are locked into a room which Fishburne is filling with smoke in an attempt to suffocate them. The commotion that follows begins the ending phase for the movie, in which one after another the Predators kill each member of the group. Yet the group is also able to pick off the Predators, usually at the sacrifice of a life, in a prolonged race back to the camp (again, reminiscent of the race in the original to arrive at the extraction point as the Predator killed each member of Dutch's team one by one). Royce reasons that by releasing the captive Predator held in the camp, he will be able to convince it to assist them with capturing the spaceship, and in doing so secure a ride home. One by one his group is whittled down until only he, the girl, and the doctor remain.

In these few remaining scenes, my tolerance for the movie really started to dissolve. First, in a poor attempt to add some twist to the plot, the doctor is revealed to be a serial killer (thus finally explaining his inclusion in the group) after he plays on the emotions of the female sniper to rescue him. At the same time, Royce abandons the last two in a bid to reach the camp and spaceship ahead of the last surviving Predator hunting them. Reaching the camp, he frees the bound Predator (turns out there are two different species at war with each other and this poor bastard was on the losing end), who starts the ship for him and then arms itself to fight its own kind. However, bad Predator returns, blows up the spaceship, and proceeds to fight good Predator. As you might expect, Royce experienced a sudden (and completely out of character) change of heart and was not actually aboard the spaceship, but instead returns to rescue the other two humans. At one point, bad Predator triggers a booby trap, taking eight (EIGHT!) grenades to the stomach. Does this incinerate him? Does this shower the surrounding area in a spray of squishy Predator bits? Nope. In fact, it only throws him back about 15 feet, and he quickly stands up and shakes it off. He shakes off EIGHT FUCKING GRENADES TO THE STOMACH!

This is where Predators makes its last final mimic of the original. In the big showdown between bad Predator and Royce, a scene change occurs in which Royce goes from fully clothed with a gun to shirtless and swabbed in mud with some kind of metal axe. Where, in the original, Dutch serendipitously learned that his enemy saw him in infrared and used a full coating of mud combined with clinging behind cooler trees and rocks to avoid detection, here we have Royce standing in a fire lit clearing with a token amount of mud face to face with bad Predator. I hope when you read that last sentence, you compulsively exclaimed, "Are You Serious?".

If Wikipedia is to be believed, the creators of Predators tried to return to the roots of the franchise. But in copying much of the superficiality of the original, they seem to have ignored the underlying reasons why the first one still stands out as a great science fiction action movie. In Predator, the tension of the movie builds as the team led by Dutch began to realize their predicament. The creature, its abilities, and its weaknesses are all slowly revealed, and it's not until very late in the movie that a full image of the Predator is seen. While fantastic, the premise of the movie is plausible enough to suck you in without thinking too much about it. However, in the Predators, it does not take long at all for the group to realize their situation and to see the full ensemble of their enemies' abilities. In addition, many pieces of dialogue prevent even the most willing fan from becoming fully immersed in the movie (especially note the discussion about not being on earth, the sun not moving, etc.). And finally, some of the acting seems halfhearted at best. Laurence Fishburne, for example, turns out a weak version of his character (and I love this guy usually). Not only is his portrayal unconvincing, but for someone who's supposed to have just been scraping by under continual danger, he sports a noticeable paunch in his belly.

*End Spoiler Warning*

The best things about this movie include ... numerous action scenes featuring an assortment of weapons and a generally fast pace.

The things about this movie that detracted from it include ... the resemblance to the original plot, extremely predictable nature of the story progression, some of the acting performances, and discrepancies between what the creatures can survive.

If I were going to recommend this movie to someone, it would be ... people who enjoy action science fiction movies that are light on science and heavy on fiction, die hard fans of the Predator franchise, and probably not too many others.

I'm Not There is a Bob Dylan biopic in the same sense that his Chronicles amount to an autobiography. It's a portrait, certainly, and perhaps most of the story of his life is in there somewhere, but it's really not about the narrative.

Like the book, and the songs, and the man himself, the film is self-consciously fragmented, and if there is any overall coherence it is buried beneath the surface. What we get instead is poetry, posturing, vivid impressions and catching emotions, truth told mainly in the wide arc being danced around it. When it works, it's as beautiful and honest and moving as anything America's ever produced. When it misses the mark, it leaves you baffled and wondering if wasting your time was really the intention, or maybe it's you who is missing the point.

In many ways the films an amazing achievement. Almost all of the actors playing facets of the man put in great performances; it would have been hard to believe that a bullshitting thirteen-year-old black kid and a willowy blonde woman in a wig could ever bear such an uncanny resemblance to the grizzled Jewish singer, and many scenes from his life are enacted pitch-perfectly and paced with style.

The film owes a great debt to Scorsese's excellent No Direction Home, both in the tropes it borrows and the stories it tells - but of course, where Scorsese was limited to interviews and archive footage, Todd Haynes dramatises freely. We get to witness the reaction of the crowd to Dylan's too-loud electric set at a folk festival, watch Pete Seeger grab a fire-axe to cut the power to the amps only to be restrained just in time.

The soundtrack is a gift to Dylan fans - and if you're not at least a latent Dylan fan, I'm afraid this probably isn't this film is for you. We are treated to a collection of many, many of his best songs, a mix of his original recordings and consistently good cover versions. Marcus Carl Franklin, the extremely talented little black kid who claims to be Woody Guthrie in the film, appears on the soundtrack with his own versions of the songs he sings. He is the only actor to do so, though Christian Bale in particular has been said to be a pretty good singer. Elsewhere we have original Dylan recordings as background music, or illustrating the narrative. One dramatic, dream-like sequence is essentially a music video for Steven Malkmus' extended version of Ballad of a Thin Man. It works very well. The official sountrack album apparently consists mostly of songs that aren't in the film itself, and leaves off all but one of the original Dylan tracks - a strange way of doing it, but I guess it's quite in keeping with the whole approach of I'm Not There.

The film is far from flawless. For my money it's at least half an hour too long, and the entire Richard Gere/Billy the Kid segment of the film did nothing for me. Was it there as a reminder that Dylan at his very worst is rambling, pretentious and impenetrable? Is that a valid artistic point to be making? Whatever, it's lost on me, and Gere's also the only actor in the film who totally fails to convince as Dylan - although Heath Ledger's performance works best if you bear in mind that he's technically playing an actor playing the singer. For all its faults, it is mostly a truly excellent film; if you're interested in Dylan at all, I'm Not There is well worth experiencing.

Miami Vice: The Movie was based on an excellent television show of the mid-80s. The movie, completely ignoring everything that made the television show great, was released in the summer of 2006. It starred Colin Farrell and Jamie Foxx. This movie will be a stain on both their resumes that may keep me from seeing another movie that either of them is in. Ever.

Do Not See This Movie

Before I talk about Miami Vice in any depth, I would like to point out a few of my feelings after seeing it, in hopes that you don't judge me too harshly. Or rush off to see it.

  1. This movie sucked.
  2. I would rather be kicked in the genitals by every single person involved in the making of this movie than have to see it again.
  3. Little known fact: Michael Mann hasn't seen this movie yet. He actually tried a new form of directing. It involved a monkey sitting in his chair and throwing feces at the actors. All of that footage has been cut out of the movie. Which is unfortunate. That movie would have been incredible.
  4. No, seriously. This movie sucked. A whole god damn lot. The first seven seconds of ANY other movie is millions of times better than Miami Vice.
  5. My language is horrible. This node contains swearing to a degree which 50 Cent is appalled by. I supposed this is a testament to "If you have something intelligent to say, you can say it without swearing".

Credits

Director: Michael Mann
Writer: Michael Mann
Producer: Michael Mann

Colin Farrell as James "Sonny" Crockett / Mr. Moustache
Jamie Foxx as Rico Tubbs / Black Dude
Gong Li as Isabella / Female Lead
Luis Tosar as Jesus Montoya / Mysterious Big Bad Guy
John Ortiz as Jose Yero / Original Bad Guy

Synopsis

**SPOILERS**

Do you hate your job? I do. I'm a starving student and my job is necessary for my survival. This is unfortunate, because I work at McDonalds. I bring this up only for background information so you realize I am a human being with real emotions and feelings. No, I am not a mindless jackass who hates things with no regard for content. In fact, I am even going to try to describe this movie's storyline without spite or malice. And yes, I made sure to put the word "try".

After one of my many shifts, I decided to catch a movie. The only thing really playing was Miami Vice. Well shit! Miami Vice? I loved that show. Don Johnson was a hero of my time. Latin lovers. Cocaine like crazy. BOATS! BOATS! So, I got into my car and pretended I was fast and furious. Didn't want to be late.

Too bad! I missed the previews. This movie is off to a shitty start. I love previews. I go to movies FOR the previews. Already in my bad books, Vice. Thanks for nothing! Strike One.

You know those cool James Bond movies with the sexy/sleak intros? They take like four minutes and are really artsy and stuff. Yeah? Well, too bad. Miami Vice took the "unconventional" route. That is to say, they didn't even tell you what the hell you were watching. Which was both confusing and annoying. I wasn't sure if I had the right theatre. Was this Miami Vice or a really fucked up movie about strippers in tight silver clothing? Eventually, some black dude beat up some big dude. Maybe I was watching Blade and that dude was actually a vampire. Hell yeah! Vampires!

God damnit, no! I'm watching a movie about some guy who gets a phone call from some other guy who is driving really fast and sweating. Does that sound like a really vague and useless description of the opening of the movie? Well, I had to piece it together later on. Because it certainly didn't make sense then

Maybe they're being really "unconventional" and are going to show us the title splash at the end... Naw. That's just weird.

At this point, we still don't know who any of these characters are. I do know that Colin Farrell has some admirable facial hair. Seriously. That dude? He can grow it. I wonder if he's always been that hairy or it came later in life. I hope it came later in life. I want to be able to have a moustache that allows me to pick chicks up. And yes, I mean literally pick them up. Because he is not suave at all. And the fact that women like him is because women don't make any sense.

Lots of other phone calls are made and then everyone shows up behind crazy sweating dude. Did I mention he was crazy before? I should have. He's running away from... Uh... Okay. No. They didn't explain that. Nevermind. But he's running. And for some reason, he told Mr. Moustache. And then suddenly we're looking at a completely different scene with a shady deal going on. Some people trying to buy guns/cocaine/women/feudal slaves from some other people. And then it all goes wrong! Holy shit!

The white guys are actually working for the FBI! Or the Russians are (In retrospect, I think they were Cubans. Not Russians. Fuck that. Another strike for confusing me). One of these groups was trying to set the others up. And then failed. And then just when you think they're all going to get off and go their separate ways, a ship with giant cannons sails in and starts blowing the fuck out of some dudes. Okay. So there was no ship. But there are snipers. With GIANT FUCKING RIFLES. Holy crap. Everything goes quiet for a minute and then the white dudes blow the fuck up. It's beautiful.

This would be a beautiful time to give us a splash screen telling us what movie we're watching...

Or not. Whatever.

Now it's time to pay close attention, because the shit gets confusing here. For some reason, black dude and Mr. Moustache have gotten in on some really secret operations. Because the FBI/CIA/NSA/Autobots have all got traitors in their midst. Or something. Again, I got really confused because Mr. Moustache got really hostile towards... some dude who we don't know. And this dude basically says, "Go find bad guys. Do whatever you want. I'm really unimportant, since they would have anyway." Because they're badass. You know this because they don't take shit from nobody. Including their boss. If I ever acted like that with my boss, she'd smack me across the head. I guess that's why they're cops and I'm not. At least... I think they're cops. Nobody has really explained that yet.

Oh hell yeah! Black dude and some hot girl are in the shower together. We're gunna see a sex scene!

...

They washed each other's backs.

What the FUCK?!

Okay. Now it's after the shower. Are they just really... really flirty friends or is there a relationship involved?

Ahh. They have sex. And she tells him to fall asleep inside her. I get it. Romantic.

Or not. Falling asleep with a semi-erect penis inside of you isn't fun, girlie. It's how condoms fall off and get lost in the deep chasm that is the vagina. Kids, don't try that at home. It's not cool. Unless they're having unprotected sex. In which case... Jamie Foxx, you should be ashamed of yourself.

STOP

Go get something to drink. I am. Vodka. Lots of it. Remembering the movie this hard is hurting my brain and I need that to stop. Lets play a game. Every time this movie sucks, I drink. Sound good? Awesome.

Alrighty. Time passes and we're back to black dude and Mr. Moustache. I think I need to stop calling Jamie Foxx a "black dude". Some might consider it racist. But since we're something like forty-five minutes into the film and I still don't know what the character's name is, the nickname stays.

They're undercover now. Again, they're badass and convince somebody who is apparently really freaking important that they're "good". By telling him that they won't tell him they're good. Normally, this kind of logic wouldn't fly with anyone. But they have a grenade and that allows them to win.

Oh look. The female lead. *poof*

Push comes to shove and we spend too much time NOT getting to the guy who is the big bad. And then we get to him eventually. Great. He basically says, "You'll never see me again." Awesome. Here, Mr. Moustache sees two of the same watch and gets all spooked. But that doesn't matter, because we have another fast forward.

Go team Vice. They do a successful job. And get another one. This time, it's the female lead who sends them out. If you're about to bet that Mr. Moustache is about to fuck her brains out, you'd be in the money. Say goodbye to black dude, because his screen time is next to zilch while the movie goes on a side-plot.

Sorry, did I say side-plot? What I meant was a fucking goose chase. Mr. Moustache asks the female lead out for drinks. Cleverness about to come in. She asks him his favourite drink. He says something along the lines of, "I'd love a Mai Tai." She responds with, "I know the perfect place."

Yeah? What if he said, "I'd love a Rimjob right now."? I bet you'd know the perfect place, you little minx.

So they're in a boat. And they go to Cuba. From Miami (maybe. This is speculation). Now, I don't really know any geography what-so-ever. But that's like the distance from New York city to Australia, isn't it? Won't they run out of gas along the way? (Okay, so volcanic informs me of something important here. Apparently, it's like 90 miles from Miami to Cuba. Whatever. I stand by my previous statement. That ocean looked fucking huge.)

Guess not. But seriously, this shit gets inane. I'm going to sum up this entire side-plot and move back to the last half hour of the movie.

He fucks her brains out.

We get back to the original bad guy who our duo had to convince way back in the first half of the movie. He really doesn't like Mr. Moustache and sets him the fuck up. How does he do it? He kidnaps black dude's lady. And puts a bomb on her. At this point, I cannot fucking wait. Nothing has been shot or exploded or been messed-the-fuck-up in too damn long.

The ploy works. Kinda. See, somehow Mr. Moustache found the trailer park where original bad guy's dudes are keeping the lady. After way too much build-up, we see Mr. Moustache choke a guy to death with his fucking machine-gun thing. I orgasmed. About damn time.

Bad guys die. One of them dies with HIS HEAD EXPLODING. But they offer no explanation as to why. His head just went "splody".

Here's the best part of the entire movie: Black dude leaves his wife in the building with the giant explosives to... go outside for a second. And then it blows up! AWESOME! She is sent flying. Maybe she's dead.

Guess not. Mr. Moustache steals a cop car. She goes to the hospital. With their cover blown, the duo resign to cut their losses.

OR NOT! Original bad guy phones Mr. Moustache. They want to exchange the cargo for money. Well, Mr. Moustache can't have this. OR CAN HE?! He makes them pay 12$ million dollars for 60$ million dollars of cocaine. That seems like one hell of a deal. The bad guys think so too. They take it.

It turns out to be a set-up. Who would have guessed. Everyone from the movie shows up except dude who said they'd never see again. Damn. He was right. Smart of him, too. Because everyone starts shooting. I would comment on this scene in some helpful manner, except I had NO clue what was going on. We saw people die a lot, but never really understood which side they were on. Maybe the director was making a statement on how when violence occurs, it doesn't really matter what side you're on, because everyone gets hurt from it in the end... Or maybe I'm drunk.

The female lead finds out that Mr. Moustache is a cop. Doesn't that mess up their relationship? She starts hitting him in the chest. And instead of stopping to explain or anything reasonable, what does he do? He pulls her to the ground and, at the same time, shoots a bunch of dudes. They all die. Holy shit.

Black dude comes out of nowhere. He shoots just about everybody. Including original bad guy. Because it's all his fault. Fucker.

The movie kind of dies off here. Lady doesn't die. But she does wake up from her chemically induced coma. On her back. Where her burns were. I'll bet that hurt a whole fucking lot. Thanks modern medicine, for totally being a bitch. Meanwhile, female lead disappears on a boat. Mr. Moustache doesn't chase her. Oh well. He was just using her anyway.

And we... fade to black.

And there's the title splash. "Miami Vice"... Jesus H. Christ!

Excalibre says re Miami Vice: This was funny, but it spoiled the entire plot, so I had to downvote on principle. Plus, the summary was a bit long, and it dragged.
Sontra says Fair enough.
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trembling says I was gonna downvote Miami Vice because I loved the movie but then I realised that your wu is ridiculously funny so I upvoted anyway. Of course,the next time you disagree with my opinion on movies I'll find you and...well....make you watch Miami Vice again.

You can blame TenMinJoe for this entire node. Thanks for all the help!
And Lord Brawl made me rethink things a bit. Thanks!

And I'm serious. DO NOT see this movie.
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (1998) - Weasello Rating: {>>>-} (Great!)

I'm not an ass so you won't find any spoilers in this review without decent warning.


"We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half-full of cocaine and a whole galaxy of multicolored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers.... also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls... but the only thing that worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible than a man in the depths of an ether binge..."

--Hunter S. Thompson, 1971

This quote is special to me in various ways. The most prominent is that it comes right near the beginning of the book and the movie, and in all formats and languages this one paragraph remains untouched. I beleive this is because the paragraph sums up the entire plot, and yet it has an oddly simplistic and very powerful message. Anyways, onto the review!

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas is a book turned movie, and both are amazing copies of entertainment. The book's full title is "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas : A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream," and the movie is simply named "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas."

The book is written by Hunter S. Thompson, biographical information can be found here. The paperback version (2nd edition) is 204 pages long, and published by Vintage Books. ISBN#: 0679785892.

The movie is directed by and in Terry Gilliam's style. Find his biographical information here. The movie hit the big screens on May 22, 1998, and was produced by Universal. The original director, Alex Cox, had creative differences with Universal and left the movie after creating the script. At this point, Terry Gilliam took over. Many people think that Alex Cox would have been a perfect match for the movie.

Now that we have the facts out of the way, what did I think of the movie?

I loved it. In a silly, goofy way. I'm no crack-fiend; heck, I haven't even smoked a joint in my life. But you have to have a sense of humor towards these things to enjoy the movie. There isn't really too much plot to worry about - just two guys and their adventure through Las Vegas, trippin out on drugs.

You know, I thought I'd have more to say about it than that. Hmm. All I remember about the movie was that it was really good, funny, and visually cool. But I can't remember anything worth mentioning.

I feel compelled to mention that Johnny Depp's voice throughout the movie is awesome. I've never heard anything like it before nor since.

Recommendation: Watch this movie this week, without your parents around.

Lead Cast List: DVD Features (thanks to mat catastrophe):
Special Features:
  • Deleted Scenes
  • Spotlight on Location
  • Production Notes (Text Only)
  • Cast & Filmmakers' Bios (Text only)
  • Film Highlights (This is listed on the box, but does not appear in the disc menu!)
  • Theatrical Trailer
  • Web Links
Technical Features:
  • Region 1
  • Dolby 5.1
  • Dolby Digital
  • Languages and Subtitles: English, French, Spanish
  • 2.35:1 Aspect Ratio
  • Dual Layer
From the Box:
"Excruciatingly Funny." - J. Hoberman, Village Voice

"A Spectacular Wipeout" - David Kronke, Los Angeles Times

Starring:

a TERRY GILLIAM film
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
based on the book by HUNTER S. THOMPSON

-- Credits too small/unreadable --

Running Time: 1 Hour 59 Mins.
Rating: 18A (Canadian Home Video Rating)
When a writing assignment lands journalist Raoul Duke (Johnny Depp) and sidekick Dr. Gonzo (Benicio Del Toro) in Las Vegas, they decide to make it the ultimate business trip. But before long, business is forgotten and trip has become the key word.

Fueled by a suitcase full of mind-bending pharmaceuticals, Duke and Gonzo set off on a fast and furious ride through nonstop neon, surreal surroundings and a crew of the craziest characters ever (including cameo appearances by Cameron Diaz, Christina Ricci, Gary Busey and many others). But no matter where misadventure leads them, Duke and Gonzo discover that sometimes going too far is the only way to go.

Capturing the insane madness of Hunter S. Thompson's literary classic was the challenge that director Terry Gilliam (12 Monkeys) openly embraced. Critics hailed it as: "Mindblowing. Bizarre. Outrageous. Wild."

Buy the Ticket.
Take the ride!

Sources: Memory, the fantistic fabulatron IMDB.COM, and the back of the box. Book stuff: Amazon.com. Thanks to dem bones for the origional quote.