It's Manksgiving, y'all.
It’s bad for society, and y'know, it’s really bad for men.
The movie was hammered with bad reviews at the time. "Yeah," concedes Gary, "but there's some good work in there."
That's right: Bram Stoker's Dracula directed by Francis Ford Coppola IS sexiness. Sometimes even surprisingly so, even though we are talking about the 1990's aesthetic colliding with one of the most sex-obsessed works of literature ever.
In a movie that fully rejects non-partisan storytelling, how should we handle the championing of one party's viewpoint and the vilification of another's?
The POTUS is kind of an arrogant gambler of American lives, but Gary is scary!
Harry opts to see his long-gone loved ones for one reason: he is preparing himself for death.
An eerie discrepancy begins to eek into your head. Who the heck is this whiny Paddy Considine guy? Why does HE get to carry the shotgun out of the woods? It was supposed to be me!
"And you, you're my favorite."
You know who IS trying here, though? Gary Oldman. Gary Oldman is trying.