Procrastination Makes it Happen
So, what do you get when you cross Oil Rigging in a protected nature refuge, random drug lords, one of whom got bit by a shark and so now whenever he gets the chance "he bites back", and delightfully brooding Lou Diamond Phillips?
That's right.
Red Water.
So far, we've seen all of the above, more close up shots of bikini clad women slipping into bodies of water than I can shake a bottle of SPF 60 at, and an extremely disturbing killing of a granfather in front of his young grandson.
From what I can glean so far, the nasty oil riggers have upset a bull shark's freshwater home. Yes. That's right. Bull Sharks can survive in fresh water...as revealed by the grizzled game boat skipper and hirsuit assistant to Mr. Diamond Phillips.
Sheriff: "We heeerd teel of a shark attack up there at Black Cove. Now, Sharks live in salt water right?
Mr. Diamond Phillips: (Broodingly) Yeah. So?
Grizzled Hirsuit Assistant: Sort of.
Sheriff; WHAAAAA?
GHA: There's one type of shark that can survive in fresh water. Bull Shark.
DUH DUH DAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!
Then we jump to some scene involving a blonde spitting out her lines about discovering natural gas in Black Cove and GHA saying the obligatory "I have no idea what you just said pretty lady because I'm not used to hearing girls like you make smart noises."
OH AWESEOME!!!!
Mr. Diamond Phillips just uttered the most awesome lines ever.
"I was on that rig. People died on my watch. There are no accidents."
Aw... and GHA just said something about "Second chances" and "taking them" and bullshit.
I am henceforth in love with this movie. This is one of my favorite conventions. When characters who are going to be profoundly involved in the natural disaster/animal fighting back scenario, go about their business, but in the BACKGROUND...say, on a radio, a tv show whathaveyou, there's some kind of broadcast detailing the Shark-eating-people- events happening "Someplace Else" but how there's nothing to worry about.
Cut to the next place where shit's gonna go terribly wrong and then threat moving toward it MENACINGLY.
In our case...the BULL SHARK.
Here's the reality. I need to be packing/cleaning/moving/ and I have the day off.
I'm not getting shit done until this movie is over.
I will keep you posted.
That's right.
Red Water.
So far, we've seen all of the above, more close up shots of bikini clad women slipping into bodies of water than I can shake a bottle of SPF 60 at, and an extremely disturbing killing of a granfather in front of his young grandson.
From what I can glean so far, the nasty oil riggers have upset a bull shark's freshwater home. Yes. That's right. Bull Sharks can survive in fresh water...as revealed by the grizzled game boat skipper and hirsuit assistant to Mr. Diamond Phillips.
Sheriff: "We heeerd teel of a shark attack up there at Black Cove. Now, Sharks live in salt water right?
Mr. Diamond Phillips: (Broodingly) Yeah. So?
Grizzled Hirsuit Assistant: Sort of.
Sheriff; WHAAAAA?
GHA: There's one type of shark that can survive in fresh water. Bull Shark.
DUH DUH DAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!
Then we jump to some scene involving a blonde spitting out her lines about discovering natural gas in Black Cove and GHA saying the obligatory "I have no idea what you just said pretty lady because I'm not used to hearing girls like you make smart noises."
OH AWESEOME!!!!
Mr. Diamond Phillips just uttered the most awesome lines ever.
"I was on that rig. People died on my watch. There are no accidents."
Aw... and GHA just said something about "Second chances" and "taking them" and bullshit.
I am henceforth in love with this movie. This is one of my favorite conventions. When characters who are going to be profoundly involved in the natural disaster/animal fighting back scenario, go about their business, but in the BACKGROUND...say, on a radio, a tv show whathaveyou, there's some kind of broadcast detailing the Shark-eating-people- events happening "Someplace Else" but how there's nothing to worry about.
Cut to the next place where shit's gonna go terribly wrong and then threat moving toward it MENACINGLY.
In our case...the BULL SHARK.
Here's the reality. I need to be packing/cleaning/moving/ and I have the day off.
I'm not getting shit done until this movie is over.
I will keep you posted.
posted by LC Greenwood at 9:09 AM
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