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Part of Neil's genius is how well he can modulate his crazy, and how great he is wherever he is on that scale. On the high end, Possession, Event Horizon, In the Mouth of Madness, etc. benefit immensely from how far he can push the insanity.
The then you look at the other end of the scale, and take The Hunt For Red October, where he breaths heart and soul into the Clancy shenanigans. Like, sure, the fun of the movie is in Alec Baldwin, Sean Connery, Scott Glenn, and Stellan Skarsgard trying to out think each other, and the thrills come from McTiernan's mastery, but Neil talking wistfully about Montana, or reassuring the crew that their own countrymen trying to kill them are totes a training exercise ("If they'd really been shooting at us, we'd be dead.") while giving Connery a side-eye - that's what gives the film humanity and an emotional punch.
And then you get Hunt for the Wilderpeople, where he brings the crazy and the soul and it's the best thing ever.
Like, sure, he’s more simmery-crazy than explody-face crazy but this motherfucker kook it up with the best of them.
Like, if all you know him from is Jurassic Park, just take the SIX INCH RETRACTABLE CLAW scene, multiply it by a thousand, and you get the rest of his career.
Motherfucker was in a movie with Isabelle Adjani (The Queen of the movie lunatics) where she contorts herself into a miscarriage that makes her bleed from the ears and gives birth to a demon-fetus-doppelganger-monster and held his own.
He was scarier than any of the dinosaurs in Jurassic Park…
Then there is this shit:
(Seriously, if you ever feel like watching the Omen series, you can skip Omen II and just go to Omen III because Sam motherfucking Neill. If you really have to know about Omen II — there is a bowl cut and some birds. That’s about it.)
The guy makes Malcolm McDowell look like Morgan Freeman.
(I just love how fucking pleased with himself he is)
In conclusion Sam Neill is an underrated mad genius thank you for coming to my TED talk.
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poll time because something my mother said pissed me off lmao
and in the tags tell me your gender and age?
My review of Kill the Moon, in which, to the surprise of a disturbing number of characters, there is gravity on the moon.
Sometimes reading Arthuriana feels like reading Alice in Wonderland.
“Well,” said Alice, “these are a dreadfully strange assortment of objects!”
“They all symbolize different aspects of Our Lord’s martyrdom,” said the Fisher King, casting a line into his teacup.
“Indeed. I am sure everything symbolizes something else, for if everything was only itself I should be very confused. Might I ask what the point of the bleeding lance is?”
Alice regretted asking the question as soon as she had done so, for she saw the pun that would likely be made about the word point. Instead, however, the room erupted in applause and shouts of “The Grail! She has achieved the Grail!”
The next castle she visited, Alice resolved to herself as the inhabitants of this one danced for joy, would be more sensible.
Man, Clara is a terrible liar.
i feel like we don’t talk about things like this enough