Postby MugwumpHasNoLiver » Fri Jan 04, 2013 6:37 pm
Xard wrote:The idea globally famous billionaire and celebrity can just waltz in cafe like that and no one recognizes him (make that "no one recognizes him the whole time that took place between preceding film and the epilogue") is fucking stupid.
He lied and said he was Christian Bale, like that dude in
Glamorama. Everyone was simply too polite to go up to him and fanboy squeal. Not a very good plan, obviously, because he was banking on the myth of European politeness. At any point somebody could have gone up to him and said "I loved you in
Hook" and when he said "Thank you" his cover would be blown*.
Honestly, Xard. How did you not get that?
*
Reading fucking Glamorama, you dorks. This is one of the best meta-jokes I've ever read, which was only compounded by the fact that Bale later starred in an adaptation of Ellis's earlier American Psycho, meaning there's not two, but three dudes who look exactly alike running around this nonsensical terror plot."Now, from Nature we obtain abundant information about ourselves, and precious little about others. About the woman you clasp in your arms, can you say with certainty that she does not feign pleasure? About the woman you mistreat, are you quite sure that from abuse she does not derive some obscure and lascivious satisfaction? Let us confine ourselves to simple evidence: through thoughtfulness, gentleness, concern for the feelings of others we saddle our own pleasure with restrictions, and make this sacrifice to obtain a doubtful result." -The Divine Marquis
"I agree Hans, but we have talked about those anal fisting analogies." -Werner Herzog
