Date: April 15th, 2012 5:09 PM Author: Motley business firm
Great scene. DeNiro could have gotten out, gone to New Zealand with his girl, lived out the rest of his life. But he was so principled, he just couldn't let Waingro live after he fucked him over. He had to die, and he had to know who was killing him and why.
The narrative arc made the ending almost necessary where Neil McCauley ditches his girl, in less than 30 seconds when he felt the heat around the corner. It's a difficult psychological sell to have him turn around on his way to the airport to kill Waingro, however.
Not really. He can ditch the girl, but he can't ditch his pride? The rest of the movie doesn't support that choice. He dismissed Cheritto's death as a poor business decision.
Date: April 15th, 2012 5:19 PM Author: Motley business firm
I thought his 30 seconds flat rule had to do only with not getting attached to a woman. As far as business goes, Waingro fucked him over, he had to die.
Date: April 15th, 2012 5:26 PM Author: sooty office
whatever mcauley said about 30 seconds and shit, the emotional core of the movie is the bond between the crew. they were his real family. he had to waste waingro
Date: April 15th, 2012 5:28 PM Author: Motley business firm
I felt such a cognitive dissonance when they were about to kill him outside the diner and be done with it, but then he got away. I still feel it whenever I see the movie again, even though I know what's going to happen.
Date: April 15th, 2012 5:13 PM Author: Motley business firm
For sure. I loved the scene outside the diner, when they are about to kill Waingro for fucking up the armored truck score. After DeNiro turns around and decks him, and then Trejo opens the trunk and we see that he has already prepared the trunk by lining it with black plastic. They meant fucking business. Like all these little details they added to show how calculated and professional this crew is.
Date: April 15th, 2012 5:24 PM Author: Motley business firm
I like to take it a step further. When my friends and I are at waffle house, I'll randomly grab one of my friends and smash his head into the table/wall, while one of my other friends gives the sizemore face to whoever looks up.
Date: April 15th, 2012 5:26 PM Author: Fuchsia Home
"I got an idea... of what doobs is looking at. You wanna know what he's looking at? I mean - is this guy something, or is he something? This dood is good. You know what he's looking at? Us. The X-O-X-O. Autoadmit Bort... We just got made."
Date: April 15th, 2012 6:02 PM Author: chestnut zombie-like indian lodge
You motherphuckers are so behind the motherphucking times...
CHOKED has been extrapolating on the GREATNESS that is HEAT since '98, when I was still just a yung, hung buck.
I remember the night well, picked up my GF at the time; she got off work at Sonic @ 11pm, drove around town couple hours, then down them backroads toward her momma and daddy's house. I pulled over in the Cedar Yard cemetery and hit it in the back of my truck and leaned... bitch's mom had just put her on those depo shots.
I spent the night on the couch at her momma and daddy's house. It had plastic on it, 2 or 3 dogs running around, pet hair everywhere, and I turned on the satellite, you know back when you would punch the remote and that huge dish outside would move directions to find the channel...
There was HEAT, I watched it until 5 in the morning and thought it was one of the great action films ever. It gave me chills.
CHOKE was thinking: would his intelligent brain and large cock carry him away from his TTT upbringing. CHOKE was thinking about all the bitches out there that hadn't been run through by a hard motherphucker such as himself. CHOKE knew deep down how the violence of action plus a brain was a hard combo to beat.
This before the phaggots in Vanity Fair had to come out talking about how great it was. I been going on about HEAT since high school.
Date: August 15th, 2023 12:59 PM Author: Angry range
*wheelchair spaceporn sitting on porch* “These kids just fly through the air; they’re ‘beamed’ out all over the fucking place. You just got to know how to squanch ‘em. See, I know how to squanch ‘em”