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James Le Gros,
A woman along with her lover, plan to con a rich man by marrying him and on earning his trust running away with all his money. Everything goes as planned until she actually begins to fall in love with him.
Anthology movie by, and starring, Michael Jackson in his prime, combining a number of music videos from his bestselling "Bad" album with a fantasy tale of Michael's confrontation with a ruthless drug dealer known as Mr. Big (Joe Pesci).
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Having recently witnessed the horrific results of a top secret project to bring the dead back to life, a distraught youth performs the operation on his girlfriend after she's killed in a motorcycle accident.
James T. Callahan,
Four hip women get ready for Friday night in LA: they dress, talk about sex, and hit a bar before meeting four men at a rave. The men prepare by talking about sex and drinking. Rick and Jean, two attorneys, have set up the evening, connect at the club, and have a good time. The pairings of Shawn, Trent, Whitney and Emma are more serendipitous. But it's Mike and Sara's night that has serious repercussions: he's an NFL player, loud, swaggering; she's a party animal who drinks a lot early that evening. At 4 AM, she appears at Jean's, disheveled and bruised, saying Mike raped her. Arrested, he says he's innocent, and in flashbacks we see both sides of the story. Written by
The film's title was changed from "Jello Shots" to "Body Shots" because of threatened litigation on the part of Kraft Foods (owner of the "Jell-O" trademark). See more »
A woman has an orgasm, it's like a fuckin' earthquake, right? I was doing this one Bertha once, I swear to God it was like a 7.5. It's like, I'm lookin' at my dick, going, "Jesus Christ, why can't you do that?"
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Opening quote: "I'll go for a ride on your jelly roll. But I won't give you nothin' from my soul." --Anonymous See more »
I rented this movie out of curiosity. As a twentysomething, I was hoping it might have something new to say about dating and my generation. Let's just say, I want the two hours of my life back!
This film is supposed to be a social commentary on the ups and downs of sex and dating life. However, the writers have created a soapy drama that focuses on a group of people I have nothing in common with. Their jobs are unrealistic, as are their dwellings (how can a struggling actress live on the beach?)
The acting, on the whole is terrible. The ONLY saving grace is Ron Livingston, who plays the eccentric Trent. Amanda Peet is better in indie fare (see Southie). Sean Flannery seems to disturb me in every movie he is in (is he a dead-ringer for David Cassidy or what?) The directing is at times fast-paced, and then slow mo (Amanda Peet on the dance floor was an unintentional laugh). Where is the director going?
This should have been a direct-to-video film. If this exemplifies twentysomething culture, consider me insulted.
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