Posted on 04/02/2025 5:02:09 PM PDT by Leaning Right
Ain’t it grand?
He owned that movie as Doc Holliday.
One of my favorites was when Wyatt said I got lots of friends and he replied I don’t.
I love that movie. Makes me want to go skeet surfing...
I like them together in the movie Kill Me Again, where she is the femme fatale!
I use that line a lot myself. I stole from him.
I don’t think it was all her fault. She actually stopped acting to care for their two kids.
I really like her in the Bill Murray movie The Man Who Knew Too Little. Her scenes in the maid outfit...woozer!
Let’s face it, he got to chew the scenery big time and stole the movie.
My brother stopped when I kicked him really hard in the balls...
Yeah.
I fought back once when I was 13 or 14, we were arguing playing no-pads tackle football, and I took a swing at him. He efficiently hit me, I dropped to the ground, and he began to kick me so hard as I lay in the fetal position that I pissed blood afterwards. I was screaming so loudly as he kicked me that some passing lady about 50 yards away started yelling at him to stop.
The family of guys (three of them) who had just been playing tackle football with us (with no equipment) had just been called inside by their father, and they watched and heard the ass-kicking through their windows. Their father was, at the time, physically abusive to them and was not the kind of person who would intervene in any case.
I didn’t feel much satisfaction at having fought back.
At the time, I outweighed him, but he was much faster, much more aggressive, far meaner, and much angrier about life in general. I was pretty happy-go-lucky and quiet, and my mother had encouraged me to stand up to him, get him on the ground and sit on him (she knew the downside of telling him to just stop) but it didn’t help.
I think he was angry a lot because he had braces, and acne (we all did) and he and my oldest brother would fight violently enough when our parents weren’t around, with closed fists to the face even as one was pinned to the ground, and once there was a thrown butcher knife. The ferocity, no holds barred way they fought terrified us. And my older brother (not the oldest) would never give up. Just wouldn’t, even as my oldest brother implored him to. So part of it might have been the sh** rolling downhill to me.
Fortunately for me, my brother entered a different stage of his life right after that, and he never came at me again. And we became good friends. Then best of friends.
I think it was girls that changed him...he began getting really serious about girls and got a steady girlfriend.
My wife told me about a basset hound they got when they were kids. They already had a cat, and the cat didn’t tolerate the basset hound, and would regularly kick its ass.
The dog got so cowed by the cat, that when they passed in the hall, the Bassett Hound would press itself tightly against the opposite wall and turn its face to the wall. Apparently, the cat would just stop and glare at it, its paw twitching as the dog passed it.
That is kind of how I felt with my older brother.
Regnery <— publisher for your book or anthology (sp?)
He just caught me on a bad day. I wasn’t a fighter, so he regularly would win any fights we got in...till he pushed me too far that day.
I still remember him crying so hard and pointing at me that my mom whipped my butt and when he could finally talk, she whipped me again.
Whippings is something else I didn’t like but that day I told them with pride...
Ha! Regnery Publishing is a known conservative “hack” publisher...of COURSE I would consider them as a publisher!
That put a grin on my face...the LEFT views them as a “hack” publisher, but I sure don’t...:)
It is true though. My mom was right, and your instincts were too! If you don’t fight back, you will get more of it.
I was lucky-I had always been big (not fat, I was muscular) but I was slow and completely uncoordinated. And I wore black plastic military issue-style eyeglasses, which are surely “bully-magnets” in the same way a kid walking home with a Cello case would be a bully magnet. But right after that, I had a growth spurt (and a change of address-my dad retired from the Navy) and I had begun fighting back.
And they left me alone. So, your approach is the correct one. I was too timid to do it for a long time.
Well I was always considered the nerd and picked on in school. My problem was when I did strike back, the violence could get extreme. I used to call it my evil twin Mortimer showing up.
I really had to fight to keep Mortimer at bay cause he scared me too. Once I snapped, well...it could get bad.
Mortimer hasn’t been around for about 40 years now but I know he is still there just waiting for someone to push me too far...
Yeah, that one too…
I was bullied in high school (I’m female), and I tried to fight back and kept getting beat up worse. A friend of mine - a large, stocky girl shoved the bully up against the locker and dared her to mess with me again. That was the end if that, lol! Thank the Lord for friends like that!
The Saint was weak. Not like the TV show.
I wish his Top Gun part had been bigger.
I saw him in Deja Vu with Denzel. Either it was horribly edited or the part was not well written. Seems like he wasn’t even in it.
I couldn’t get through Heat. Too much Pacino and De Niro.
His Batman was a good Bruce Wayne. Joel Schumacher destroyed the movie with his campy look (i.e. see Batman and Robin) and over the top acting villians.
Kilmer made it better. Lost weight in that outfit and heated him up. Limited filming time. But a 24 year old Robin?
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