2 out of 3 people found the following comment useful :- Livin' Large on Marketable Melons, 21 April 2006
Author:
dunmore_ego from Los Angeles, California
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If you've seen *Casablanca,* you don't want to watch this movie. It
will bring the pain - knowing that resting on that classic movie's
shoulders, are this movie's breasts.
Pamela Anderson-Lee, bountiful *Baywatch* überbim, stars as a titular
secret agent, who gets her baby-smooth buttocks involved in lots of
running, shooting, explosions, gangsters, magic contact lenses and
Nazis. Who cares? Look at those CANS!
We're not here to see her act. We're here to see her Act.
Dishonesty reigns supreme as the film touts as its draw-cards the
non-stop action and dazzling effects and exciting thrills, and even the
fact that Pamela Anderson-Lee is in the lead role, mini-skirting the
truth that the only sane reason any human would invest eight dollars
and two hours breathing time with this deformed ape-child of a film is
to slake their wonder on those Parton-proportioned curios.
Not that these pimping pierogies were much of an attraction in the
final theatrical release of this film - all one seems to be doing is
rubbernecking down impossibly-skewed necklines and incredibly
tantalizing side-breast-arc with no real reward for all one's efforts.
When the movie ends and no one in the audience has nocturnally
emissioned, we realize it has all been just One Big Tease; the only
satisfaction coming from racing home and spinning your
sixteenth-generation VHS porn. Or once again succumbing to the trailer
park vérité of *Pam & Tommy: Hardcore and Uncensored* (retching
optional).
Note to MPAA, fundamentalists, Jesus freaks and evangelists (I could
have umbrella'd everyone under "hypocrites," but then we'd have the
nitpickers whining, "Yes, but what *type* of hypocrite am I?"): *Barb
Wire*'s spit-fawning promise of ecstasy, more than any true skin-flick,
serves to perpetuate your misguided perception of 'porn creating
anti-social behavior'. It is when people are shown the Promised Land
and denied it that they resort to forcefully attaining what they have
been inhumanely coerced into coveting.
Make no mistake: this is porn of the most dangerous caliber.
Written by Chris Warner, Ilene Chaiken and Chuck Pfarrer (lifted
loosely from the Dark Horse comic heroine of the same name), and
directed by music video novice, David Hogan (who should at least be
allowed sitting space on the bottom steps of Movie Heaven on effort
alone), this film serves as prime fodder as to why this society has
such skewed priorities.
Purely on the strength of her exhibitionist penchant and her prominent
honkers, Anderson-Lee has had the opportunity to become a well-rounded
person in more than one sense of the word: in prep for her violent,
protruberant role, Anderson-Lee was given kick-boxing lessons,
experience with different weaponry, bike-riding experience, not to
mention aesthetic pandering, custom-made clothing, voice coaching,
acting lessons, manicures, pedicures (and then came the actual salary
over and above the personal enhancement) - simply because she
cooperates in the exploitation of her judiciously exposed mammii. For
the sake of those two perverse, cave-woman infant feed-bags, hundreds
of thousands of dollars were spent on this undeserving tramp with a
voice akin to scraping fingernails across a blackboard; every
pandering, sycophanting, leather boot-licking courtesy was extended
this bubble-headed boob tube with the intelligence quotient of an
average chimp - for one eternal glimpse of a circle of wrinkled skin
tipping an out-sized silicone implant.
Temuera Morrison, of the jaw-dropping New Zealand powerhouse indie
film, *Once Were Warriors* finds himself at the opposite end of the
talent, intelligence and acting spectrum here. Dependable B-Men, Udo
Kier and Clint Howard attempt, with Morrison, to elevate the enterprise
with their presence, but I don't think anyone took this as seriously as
Ms. Anderson-Lee's chest.
Political satirist Bill Maher commented on the opening week's
box-office for Barb Wire being less than hefty, and added, "This proves
one thing - America is gay."
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Livin' Large on Marketable Melons, 21 April 2006
Author: dunmore_ego from Los Angeles, California
*** This comment may contain spoilers ***
If you've seen *Casablanca,* you don't want to watch this movie. It will bring the pain - knowing that resting on that classic movie's shoulders, are this movie's breasts.
Pamela Anderson-Lee, bountiful *Baywatch* überbim, stars as a titular secret agent, who gets her baby-smooth buttocks involved in lots of running, shooting, explosions, gangsters, magic contact lenses and Nazis. Who cares? Look at those CANS!
We're not here to see her act. We're here to see her Act.
Dishonesty reigns supreme as the film touts as its draw-cards the non-stop action and dazzling effects and exciting thrills, and even the fact that Pamela Anderson-Lee is in the lead role, mini-skirting the truth that the only sane reason any human would invest eight dollars and two hours breathing time with this deformed ape-child of a film is to slake their wonder on those Parton-proportioned curios.
Not that these pimping pierogies were much of an attraction in the final theatrical release of this film - all one seems to be doing is rubbernecking down impossibly-skewed necklines and incredibly tantalizing side-breast-arc with no real reward for all one's efforts. When the movie ends and no one in the audience has nocturnally emissioned, we realize it has all been just One Big Tease; the only satisfaction coming from racing home and spinning your sixteenth-generation VHS porn. Or once again succumbing to the trailer park vérité of *Pam & Tommy: Hardcore and Uncensored* (retching optional).
Note to MPAA, fundamentalists, Jesus freaks and evangelists (I could have umbrella'd everyone under "hypocrites," but then we'd have the nitpickers whining, "Yes, but what *type* of hypocrite am I?"): *Barb Wire*'s spit-fawning promise of ecstasy, more than any true skin-flick, serves to perpetuate your misguided perception of 'porn creating anti-social behavior'. It is when people are shown the Promised Land and denied it that they resort to forcefully attaining what they have been inhumanely coerced into coveting.
Make no mistake: this is porn of the most dangerous caliber.
Written by Chris Warner, Ilene Chaiken and Chuck Pfarrer (lifted loosely from the Dark Horse comic heroine of the same name), and directed by music video novice, David Hogan (who should at least be allowed sitting space on the bottom steps of Movie Heaven on effort alone), this film serves as prime fodder as to why this society has such skewed priorities.
Purely on the strength of her exhibitionist penchant and her prominent honkers, Anderson-Lee has had the opportunity to become a well-rounded person in more than one sense of the word: in prep for her violent, protruberant role, Anderson-Lee was given kick-boxing lessons, experience with different weaponry, bike-riding experience, not to mention aesthetic pandering, custom-made clothing, voice coaching, acting lessons, manicures, pedicures (and then came the actual salary over and above the personal enhancement) - simply because she cooperates in the exploitation of her judiciously exposed mammii. For the sake of those two perverse, cave-woman infant feed-bags, hundreds of thousands of dollars were spent on this undeserving tramp with a voice akin to scraping fingernails across a blackboard; every pandering, sycophanting, leather boot-licking courtesy was extended this bubble-headed boob tube with the intelligence quotient of an average chimp - for one eternal glimpse of a circle of wrinkled skin tipping an out-sized silicone implant.
Temuera Morrison, of the jaw-dropping New Zealand powerhouse indie film, *Once Were Warriors* finds himself at the opposite end of the talent, intelligence and acting spectrum here. Dependable B-Men, Udo Kier and Clint Howard attempt, with Morrison, to elevate the enterprise with their presence, but I don't think anyone took this as seriously as Ms. Anderson-Lee's chest.
Political satirist Bill Maher commented on the opening week's box-office for Barb Wire being less than hefty, and added, "This proves one thing - America is gay."
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