There are about five movies that make up my super-duper, all-time, best in the universe list. None of these are chick-flicks or romantic comedies. A few of them involve blood. Lots of it. And one of them uses the f-word over 200 times and involves a ton of blood.
That move is Reservior Dogs.
I own two different DVDs of this movie. The first one I bought as soon as I had the money and the second is the 10th Anniversary Edition featuring Mr. Pink on the cover, which was given to me for my birthday. I love Mr. Pink and not just because he is the only one that lives (Yes, he lives. Look it up.). Steve Buscemi, who portrays Mr. Pink, is one of my top five super-duper, all-time, best in the universe actors. I have an unnatural attraction to him. If presented with Jason Statham or Steve to do with as I please, Jason would be going home alone. I know. It’s weird. (Sorry, Jason. I know you’re heartbroken. Steve? Why havent you returned my calls? Stevie?)
Ahem. Anyway . . .
This was Quentin Tarantinos first film and was shot for relatively no money. The actors used a lot of their own clothes and Michael Madsen used his own car. Its gritty, violent, vulgar and I love every minute of it.
Why am I telling you this?
Well, because if you didn’t know my affection for this movie, then what I am about to tell you next loses a lot of its meaning.
My, too awesome to be described in words, sister gave me this for Christmas:
This is a print by Tim Doyle and this image does the artwork no justice. Believe me, this print is beautiful. I was speechless when Tracey, my sister, presented it before me (and rendering me speechless is no easy feat, let me tell ya). I have coveted this print since the moment I knew it existed. I never imagined that one day it would be mine.
If you don’t know, this print depicts a pivotal scene in the movie, Reservoir Dogs (the second scene in the movie, as a matter of fact). Here, Mr. White (played by the always awesome Harvey Keitel) is holding the hand of Mr. Orange (played by the only slightly less awesome Tim Roth) who is screaming in the backseat, dying of a gunshot wound to the gut after a diamond heist gone terribly wrong. In the movie, Mr. White isn’t wearing sunglasses, but I am willing to over-look that due to the sheer radness of the artwork.
Seriously. My coolness points raised three times that day.
What was the raddest present you’ve received?