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Smokin' AcesSmokin' Aces is basically the same type of movie as The Usual 
Suspects or Pulp Fiction, an ultraviolent black comedy with a central story told 
through several different points of view in intersecting storylines. A mobster 
orders a big-time hit - a million dollar contract on a mob stoolie named Buddy 
Israel. The size of the bounty attracts every lowlife in the world, from 
incompetent small-time crooks with a dream, to slick professional hit men with 
elaborate electronics, weapons, and disguises. It has become common knowledge 
that Israel is in the penthouse suite of a Tahoe hotel, and two FBI agents (Ryan 
Reynolds and Ray Liotta) have to get him out of there safely before the army of 
mercenaries can fill him with lead. The most interesting 
question about this film involves the vast gap between the critics and the 
fanboys. It is rare to see such a massive difference between Rotten Tomatoes and 
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      | IMDB | 6.5 out of 10 |  
      | Rotten Tomatoes | 25% positive reviews |  The difference can easily be found by drilling down through the IMDB 
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        | Age Under 18 | 7.6 |  
        | 18-29 | 6.7 |  
        | 30-44 | 6.1 |  
        | 45 or older | 5.6 |  
        | Top 1000 voters | 5.3 |  So it's a movie for teenaged fanboys. This obviously didn't help the 
  writer/director get positive reviews since very few movie reviewers are less 
  than 18 years old. The film's narrowly targeted appeal also hurt at the box 
  office. The R rating meant that the people who would have liked it the most 
  couldn't get in to see it. It did open in the #2 spot with a fairly solid $14 
  million weekend, but dropped rapidly and finished with only $35m. A 2.5 
  multiplier (35/14) is disappointing, and indicative of one of two things. 
  Either the business was heavily front-loaded, which is often the case with 
  fanboy movies, or the word of mouth was disappointing. In this case it was 
  probably more of the former than the latter. The movie was far better than I expected. I avoided it for as long as 
  possible because the trailer made it seem to be a shallow and chaotic 
  slay-fest, and I hate that kind of film. As it turns out, that was only about 
  15% of the film's running time, and the rest of it included some fairly 
  interesting character development and an underlying mystery about the 
  relationship between the mobster ordering the hit, the FBI, and the guy who is 
  to be hit. The director also demonstrated some technical virtuosity. Although 
  the script was deeper and richer than expected, there were still some problems 
  in the narrative. The sheer quantity of offbeat hit men prevented the script 
  from developing them all, and too much of the story was revealed by long 
  monologues over flashbacks, ala The Usual Suspects. I suppose our system would 
  peg it at C-, a film which is fun for genre nuts, but has have little or no 
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Blue asterisk: not mine.  
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  More (1969) is a West German "drugs suck" film, notable only because the 
  female lead was the American expatriate Mimsy Farmer. Klaus Gruenberg graduates 
  college, travels to Paris in search of sun and fun, burgles a house, and meets 
  Mimsy Farmer at a party. His burglary partner advises him to drop her, but of 
  course he doesn't. She leaves for Spain and invites him to join her. He is 
  still fencing the loot, so it is a week before he gets there, and finds that 
  she has some odd relationship with an older German man. Eventually, he talks 
  her into moving in with him. They go through nearly every recreational drug 
  imaginable on the way to heroin. For no particular reason, she has a 
  girlfriend (Louise Wink) and there is a mild lesbian scene.  Other than that, the film bravely posits that becoming a heroin addict has 
  a negative impact on longevity. Maybe that was news in 1969, but I doubt it. 
  If you enjoy "drugs suck" films, then watch Sid and Nancy, The Rose and 
  Requiem for a Dream. This one is barely competent. IMDb readers say 6.1. Ebert 
  awards 2.5 stars, which translates to "don't waste your time." The production 
  values are competent, but the story is lacking. Yes, you get to see their 
  fall, but at 102 minutes, it simply takes way too long for the inevitable to 
  happen. Worst pf all, I didn't like any of the characters, and the performance 
  by Klaus Gruenberg is abysmal, so this turned out to be the only "humans vs 
  heroin" film where I was actually rooting for heroin.   For those who, like me, have had more than enough of this genre, this 
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       Deadly InstinctAKA "Breeders" A spacecraft crashes on the campus of a small school near Boston. The ship carries a horny alien monster who came to earth to mate. The students believe the spacecraft is only a meteor until people on campus start to disappear. Louise (Samantha Janus) is the coed who starts to figure out things aren't quite right, but she becomes the main suspect for the 
       police.   At at the same time, they find a series of underground tunnels and go searching for clues, only to find horrible deaths at the hands of the monster. The monster turns most of the 
       girls into sex slave zombies who get killed before Louise and friends find out that 
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      |  | The Comedy WireComments in yellow...  Earl Adams of Bentonville, Arkansas, is demanding the city pay his
 two teenage sons $10,000 damages each after they found a book in the library 
called "The Whole Lesbian Sex Book."  He said that's the penalty under Arkansas' 
obscenity laws.  The city attorney calls his claim baseless, but Adams 
complained that after seeing the lesbian sex book, his sons were "greatly 
disturbed," and it caused "many sleepless nights in our house."
 
 *  The $20,000 is to pay for laundering their sheets.
 
 
 John McCain said he was just joking around with fellow veterans last week when 
he sang "Bomb Iran" to the tune of  "Barbara Ann," and critics should just 
"lighten up"
 * Especially that obnoxious Simon Cowell.
 
 Pfizer is warning doctors that their Parkinson's drug, Cabaster, could have a 
side-effect: as a substitute for the pleasure substance dopamine, it could turn 
users into sex-crazed gambling addicts.
 * I could live with that. * Between throwing dice and having sex, they're still 
shaking constantly. * The good news: if you become sex-crazed, Pfizer makes 
a drug for that: Viagra. 
 
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