a opinionated review by Von D.

Let me preface this review first with why I am doing the review. Lately, the site has been getting a good amount of traffic and we love watching our viewership grow. So, in addition to the strip, we thought that by adding a weekly review about a random movie may be a great way to create a positive rapport with our readers and discussion amongst the rest of the web.

I chose to review Glengarry Glen Ross to commemorate the fact that, one of the actors involved in the film, Al Pacino, has a movie releasing today. Mr. Albert Pacino and Bobbert Deniro, arguably two of the greatest actors of our time, have teamed up once again in Righteous Kill. Since their last match-up in Michael Mann’s Heat was so memorable, there is a lot of expectation for Righteous Kill. I pray it is just as good.

Onward to the review.

Originally a play, Glengarry Glen Ross is about the lives of desperate real estate agents selling their asses off to not get fired. The corporate office sends over a representative to their place of employment to lay down a verbal tirade of abuse in hopes to inspire the agents to sell. Obviously, excrement hits the fan when the following day, their office gets burglarized, the Glengarry leads get stolen, and all the agents are primary suspects.

I absolutely loved this movie. Everything about the movie is very much driven by dialog, so for those of you who are misguided into believing that blood, guts, and explosions are what make a good flick, please either jump off a bridge or enlighten your mind with classic greatness. Each individual actor is on their A-game. Whether it is Jack Lemmon throwing down F-bombs as The Machine Levene or Pacino as the quick-witted, snarky, conversationalist seller, Ricky Roma, everyone across the board hits the ball out of the park with eloquent delivery and perfect timing. The movie is heavily seasoned with expletives but unlike garbage movies that use profanity for shock value, Glengarry executes swearing for emphasis on emotion. My only gripe of about the film is it seems to end fairly abruptly, not that the ending was bad, it just caught me off guard to see the credits roll in so quickly. But that is a small minus to a immensely engrossing film.

Anyway, Internet folks, do yourself a favor. Pause for a minute to stop watching Empire Strikes Back for the nth time and go out and rent this.

How do the producers at Saturday Night Live even consider the idea of an Olympic swimmer as being a good host? Fine, Michael Phelps is a spectacular Olympian and deserves ever single medal he has but… to host SNL? I rather see Triumph the Insult Dog, the hand puppet, humor me with poop jokes for an hour. I can’t even comprehend why the show would think this would be remotely funny. I stomached the entire episode with only a slight smirk hoping that each sketch after next would be laughable.

My favorites, Kristen Wiig and Bill Hader, couldn’t even pull the heavy weight that night. And I expected a lot more from the rest of the SNL staff. The smartest part of the show was to barely write Phelps into any of the sketches.

The musical act wasn’t even suppose to be funny but ended up being the most humorous. Lil Wayne’s guitar solo was comedy gold. Durning the entire set he had a guitar on his back which looked more like an accessory than an instrument for him. And when he finally whipped it out, he must have thought he was playing Guitar Hero on easy difficulty. I can barely play the guitar and I could do better with my pinkie toe and ass cheek. I liked Lil Wayne but now everytime I hear him on the radio, I’ll think of his off-timed solo. Anyway, enjoy the clip Lil Wayne rockin’ out.

Thanks for Best Week Ever for the Vid.

Von… out.