>> ^krazyety:

OMG this video should have been max 30 seconds long
There is something about anime boobs that disturbs me but I can't quite put my head on it?
Hmmmm.


I think what's most troubling if often they seem to move around on their own without any external force. As if the chests of anime women contain live gerbils, trying desperately to free themselves.

>> ^Boise_Lib:

Translation please? (o)(o)


No translation is needed

>> ^kymbos:

Can never get these vids to work. link?
jiggle your cache and reflash your cookies?

I was waiting for the guy in the gorilla suit to walk by....

My core beliefs and lack of good taste require me to up-vote anything that involves jiggling.

oh and... wtf

Hello! Just back this minute from seeing the film. I have a few comments to make which may involve SPOILERS.

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Hmmm.

The short review is - what a load of disappointing and quite frankly tedious crap.

Oh Nolan why are you getting worse with each film? Who honestly thinks LDC is an actor with enough charisma to hold a film like this? He really wasn't enough for this role. Why the fuck does Nolan insist on having that thuddingly monotonous soundtrack pounding over virtually every single scene of dialogue? Why not give the actors some space instead of making it feel rushed and forcing them into layering soundbites for only the sake of exposition? Why not make this about the performances rather than worship the god of pacing? (it certainly didn't feel like 148 minutes I'll give him that).

Sorry, that girl he hires? Where was that maze she designed? Oh fuck that, we want a shortcut now. And why is Leo's dad (Michael Caine again for some reason) offering up students to do dodgy work? And what was she studying? Extraction 101? What world is this that dreams can be hacked in this way? This is never explained. Should we expect to see the flying cars out the window? Has cancer been eradicated in this world? How many other people are doing this shit?

And Leo with a bad case of dead wife syndrome (DWS). You know if you want to keep pulling that trick you might want to make it better than it was in Memento. Which is hard to do. Mainly because Guy Pearce is a better actor who makes you feel something about his character. Sympathy, disgust, shock, whatever. Something. LDC is like balsa wood in comparison.

But maybe I'm being too hard on Leo. Maybe the problem is with the script. I was surprised to find I had no problems following what was supposed to be a twisty, layered plot. I didn't see multiple plots criss-crossing and tying my mind up in knots - you want that? Try a James Ellroy novel. I still find Memento a mind-bending watch. The dream within a dream scenario is as hard to imagine as a box within another box. And here that's all that Nolan is concerned about. He loves the techie aspects of this. How does box C behave in box B. Oh B is jiggling about so C is getting all shook up. And do we get to care much about the inception itself? Nope. I thought this was a big missed opportunity to play the complex mind-games required to crack the subject. But in between explosions there wasn't much time for that.

Nolan has become a slightly more sophisticated version of the recent fanboy directors. But he's still thoroughly crass and obvious and doesn't have the talent to explore the spaces between what initially seem like promising ideas. But dreams? Hell, I enjoyed the more straightforward japes of Dreamcape and that was a long time ago.

But I am surprised that so many love this - I'd ask that you think about the characters. State what was memorable about them and what made them interesting. What did this film actually say that was of substance? Strip away the artifice and what are you actually left with?

I saw Total Recall, again, a few days ago. It was better than this.

Tags for this video have been changed from 'boobs, jiggle, oh no, broken toaster' to 'boobs, jiggle, oh no, broken toaster, popcorn' - edited by therealblankman

Oh, Boys.>> ^geo321:

Oh, humans.

>> ^gwiz665:

@SlipperyPete enjoy.


Well that's just plain better.

I could tell by the jiggling... yes, I'm an expert..

Compare:

>> ^blankfist:

@3:06... fap fap fap


She's not trying to be sexy.. she just can't stop jiggling.

am I a terrible person? ..yeah..yeah i'm a terrible person.

>> ^redyellowblue:
I can feel the fakeness too. The TV base looks pretty wide and yet it tips over like It was balancing on a narrow base. The cat doesn't even flinch when the loud noise crashes. CGI test would be my bet. Its funny though if it were real. The cat just doesn't give an F.


Its not CGI, its too imperfect. No animator would ad the jiggle at the end.

Also, it looks perfectly able to tip

and another thing, the cat doesnt flinch cos its a bad ass cat. And evil

If you wanna do the jambalya, you need kitchen chemistry 101, and about 8 hrs to kill-The spring rolls are relatively easy...send me an email when ya get ready to give it a go, and I'll give you detailed instructions. [email redacted]

In reply to this comment by Throbbin:
I see. Ima have to try cooking with you vid sometime.

In reply to this comment by choggie:
Beerfest is a great flick......learned to cook by hanging out in the kitchen with a huge Italian family...the men were racist redneck pricks, the women talked better shit and had skirts to look up and titties that jiggled....so, i spent my time in the kitchen helping the ladies and lusting after cousins....

I see. Ima have to try cooking with you vid sometime.

In reply to this comment by choggie:
Beerfest is a great flick......learned to cook by hanging out in the kitchen with a huge Italian family...the men were racist redneck pricks, the women talked better shit and had skirts to look up and titties that jiggled....so, i spent my time in the kitchen helping the ladies and lusting after cousins....

Beerfest is a great flick......learned to cook by hanging out in the kitchen with a huge Italian family...the men were racist redneck pricks, the women talked better shit and had skirts to look up and titties that jiggled....so, i spent my time in the kitchen helping the ladies and lusting after cousins....

The Last Ten Years

Cape Cod, rough time, always enough money for beer and Chinese food, but little more. Worked for a medical supply company, forty hours of weekly hell. I used to play with the prosthetic boobs when nobody was around. Shake the box and watch them jiggle. Got a dream job as a front desk clerk. No job lets you read and write like a front desk gig at a dinky motel. I had a favorite strip club where my favorite girl used to shoot me in the face with her panties. I pretended I didn't like it. She and I would talk about movies sometimes.

Roswell, tossed a resume in the mail and landed a whale of a job, programming. Great money, shitty people. Suddenly more than enough money for my bar tab, and I needed every cent. Met some friends. A few died, others moved away, the rest I hardly see because they got married, or got DUIs, or decided to quit drinking.

Throughout, I was writing poems. Some winners, some stinkers. Started a few novels that I never finished. I fall in love with my characters, the good ones. They're always very different. Old men, old women, lonely pervs, strippers, loser teens, the underachieving hero, the skeptical professional who finally sees the light.

Got laid off in January, 2007. Totally unexpected. Haven't seen a paycheck since. IRS wants me to give them money I don't have. And the only woman in this town who strikes my fancy is married to one of the coolest guys I know.

I dream of leaving Roswell every day.