The movie opens in a Los Angeles convenience store one late Monday night, where a smalltime drug dealer named Nick (Aaron Eckhart) is trying to decide what coffee brand to buy. His ex-lover...
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The movie opens in a Los Angeles convenience store one late Monday night, where a smalltime drug dealer named Nick (Aaron Eckhart) is trying to decide what coffee brand to buy. His ex-lover Dallas (Paulina Porizkova) and fellow hitman Billy Hill (James LeGros) are getting impatient and tell him to hurry up. Conflicts between Nick and the cashier (Luck Hari) ensue, resulting in Dallas shooting the cashier dead. Though the three attempt to cover up the crime, they are forced to also shoot a police officer (Bari K. Willerford) when he discovers blood on the ground.Written by
This film was barely released not long after critic Roger Ebert also lambasted another black comedy which featured a similar tone to this film, Very Dirty Things which was released in October 1998 also by Polygram Filmed Entertainment which produced this film. Very Dirty Things both ended up being apart of Siskel & Ebert's Worst of 1998 annual list of films for the year. See more »
The sound of the air flowing through the water in the bong is fake (bubbling). The bubbling starts before Casey puts his mouth to the chamber. See more »
Well, I ain't gonna shit ya, pal. When I leave here today, you're gonna be dead as Cinderella over there. Regardless of what you tell me, I'm gonna fuck you up.
[opens his bag and takes out a battery-powered circular saw]
[turns on the saw and holds it in front of Casey's face]
YOU READY TO GET STARTED?
[turns off the saw]
I know you threw out the smack. And you probly don't know where the money is, neither. That's cool. Tho the truth is... I ain't got nothin' better to do, while I wait here for ...
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There is an NC-17 version available on video that contains more gore/violence and sexual content. See more »
Want a film that's hip, loaded with attitude, funny and shocking at once, packed to the rafters with wild lowlifes? Skip Woods has delivered one, but about five years too late. We've seen everything in THURSDAY before, so you'd best enjoy this film without the baggage of seeing PULP FICTION - and that's a tall ask.
Compared to FICTION or RESERVOIR DOGS , THURSDAY is as flawed as you'd expect. Spontaneous raps about Star Trek, the sadistically amusing torture of a helpless, bound man, and drug-dealer flashbacks all ring a bell. It's derivative, but it's still fun.
Against the leagues of Tarantino ripoff's on the market, you could do much worse than THURSDAY. The day-in-a-life saga, and flexible pace are sometimes a blast. The violence makes you squirm and laugh, so at least it hits the mark, even when it aims low. And the havoc sown on the picturesque picket fence suburb is cruelly effective.
Going out of his way to shock, Woods' film goes wrong because for all his youthful arrogance, THURSDAY isn't half as original as he no doubt thinks. And be warned, the ending is a travesty. It's abysmal and uninspired enough to make you reassess the merits of the picture before the credits have even begun.
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