After revealing several of the stories in his script, Wessler becomes agitated when Schraeder dismisses his outrageous ideas, and he pulls a gun on him and forces him to listen to multiple other stories before making Schraeder consult his manager, Bob Mone (Common), to purchase the film. and Baxter look for Movie 43 on Google, Calvin retrieves Baxter's laptop and loads it with viruses from porn sites, and masturbates to a strip tease video on the porn sites in a bathroom.When they do so, Mone's condescending, humiliating attitude toward Schraeder angers him to the point that, after agreeing to make the film "the biggest film since Howard the Duck", he confronts Mone in the parking lot with a gun and tries to make him perform fellatio on the security guard (Will Sasso) (Wessler had gotten on the lot by doing the same thing) and kill him if he does not make the film. Baxter finds hundreds of results for Movie 43 on a website referred to by him as a dark corner of the Internet. keep watching videos, they are interrupted by a man known as Vrankovich (Fisher Stevens) and a group of Chinese mobsters (Tim Chou and James Hsu) who are tempted to find Movie 43, even going as far as to take J. Mercifully, the DERELICT doesn't seem to be following. The DERELICT races across the street to join his confederate, the STREET PUNK, who's already searching for DAD's wallet. They can see she's about to snap -- so the STREET PUNK, still in a crouch, trains his gun on JIMMY. They don't see the GUN until a gloved hand brings it down, butt-first, across the back of DAD's neck. MOM grabs JIMMY and backs up against a brick wall, too terrified to scream. There's a distant, indistinct CLANG: metal on metal. You can only laugh about the "jokes" if you still have the humor of a 14 year old who is just reaching puberty. Every joke is based on penis, pussy, flat sex and even shitting on your partner.Even the allusions towards other movies are so horribly done that there is no way to compare this level with a Tarantino style. The city of Tomorrow: stark angles, creeping shadows, dense, crowded, airless, a random tangle of steel and concrete, self-generating, almost subterranean in its aspect... A dangling fat moon shines overhead, ready to burst. JIMMY Seventh is A deserted access street, sidewalks lined with the husks of stripped-down cars. His ratty t-shirt reads: 'I LOVE GOTHAM CITY.' MOM, DAD, and JIMMY pause for the merest of seconds, then move on -- pretending not to hear.
url: batflashed Wally West, also known as the Flash, sometimes, was at a banquet hall.“Uh,” he offered again before shaking his head a little and starting to turn around when his stomach gave a loud growl. That had to do with part of it...here he was, refusing said fancy food for...absolutely no reason.Freezing and feeling warmth spread from the back of his neck to his ears, Wally made a face. Make an idiot of yourself in front of the billionaire. Bruce Wayne was speaking to him and Wally tried to snap out of his daze to focus on the words leaving the other male’s mouth.“...there’s plenty in the back. A lot of it goes to waste.” Well, that’s all the encouragement Wally needed.If this is how the Hollywoods "Crème de la Crème" defines self-irony they have lost all my respect. as if hell had erupted through the sidewalks and kept on growing. The VOICE belongs to a DERELICT -- nineteen or twenty, acne-scarred -- who sits between two garbage cans, his palm uplifted.