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...tugs on a string of middle-class guilt and self-loathing tied around Carla's soul. Yearning for the "authentic" Mexican experience, Carla eventually ends up in a flat she shares with her new Mexican boyfriend Oscar, who dreams of becoming a DJ in America, but settles for selling pot and T-shirts to tourists. Eventually his underworld connections lead to a strange, international incident that precipitates Carla's return home...
...rather, the little categories. Even if all your coworkers pick the acting and directing winners, you can take the pot if you ace the minor categories. But, again, that?s tougher this time. In almost every other year, the favorite is a film with the kind of glossy production values that earn it nominations, and wins, in the frou-frou categories: art direction, costumes and, if the actors run around a bit, editing. No such easy marks this time. Look for Memoirs of a Geisha, a critical and box office disappointment but seemingly run off from the Academy template...
...We’ve got the hippies in front of us?” one contestant asked her partner as they sped down a road to an airport. “How the hell did they run that fast? They haven’t been smoking pot for a while, I guess,” she concluded...
...film's title announces its intentions. It's a collision, an L.A. pileup, of people and prejudices. The dozen-plus major characters include cops, thugs, politicians, strugglers and stragglers, the rich and the poor of all ethnicities--the melting pot that bubbles over in the film's schematic, 36-hour story line. The viewpoint is Manichaean--black and white, if you will--but with a twist. Haggis says not that there are good people and bad people, but that we are all capable of being both. A racist cop (Oscar nominee Matt Dillon) can rudely grope a terrified black woman...
...aviatress who can not fly (Ben K. Kawaller ’07), a playboy musician (Justin V. Rodriguez ’07), a sexy marine biologist (Peter A. Dodd ’06), and sultry genie Juana Rubme (David J. Andersson ’09), to the pot, and it is pretty hard to single out the culprit...