Showing posts with label The Karate Kid Part II. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Karate Kid Part II. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Desert Island DVDs

Fandango Groovers has asked an important question: What are your Top 8 Desert Island DVDs? A lot of people have answered. Click that link; read their picks. Here are mine.


Unfaithful: I assume I'm alone on this island.

The Truman Show: Truman would be my confidant, my Wilson.  He would understand exactly what I was going through.  Unfortunately, repeated viewings of The Truman Show would surely lead towards insanity but there's something romantic about a delusional blogger stumbling around an island thinking he's on reality TV.

The Warriors: It's my favorite movie of all-time.  I had to have it.  That being said, I'd take my original cut over the Director's Cut because those cartoon interludes add nothing to the movie.

The Karate Kid: Part II: I will argue until the day I die (which won't be long if I'm on this island) that the second Karate Kid is the best of the (now) five Karate Kid movies.
Okinawa > Reseda.  Chozen > Johnny.  
Ice Blocks > Fence Painting.   

Freestyle: The Art of Rhyme: Choosing which documentary to bring was difficult.  I decided to choose my favorite hip-hop doc because there's tons of special features, bonus footage, and it'll give me my music fix while I'm waiting for death on this godforsaken island.

Do the Right Thing: I noticed that my "high-quality filmmaking" quota was a little low so I'm bringing Do the Right Thing.  It's cinegasmic, features some of my all-time favorite performances, and is just that damn good.

Back to the Future: Escapism at its best.  I'm also hoping that if I play this enough times in a row that my friend Luke will somehow psychically pick up on my coordinates.  He'll either come and save me or stick around and watch Back to the Future with me until one of us is forced to eat the other to fight off starvation.

Die Hard: It came down between this and Kill Bill Vol. 1 to satisfy my constant need for movie violence.  In the end, I knew I couldn't live without hearing "Yippie Ki-Yay, motherfucker."