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Croupier: The Boozehound Cinephile / Ted Boynton

Off-topic aside: When I was a young man, I did not believe that in my lifetime I would see the major-party nomination of an African-American for the presidency of the United States. Having observed the catastrophic gimmick nomination of Geraldine Ferraro for Vice President in 1984, and having squirmed through the 1996 minstrel show of Alan “Bojangles” Keyes being offered up as a Republican primary candidate, I couldn’t envision the circumstances that would lead to a legitimate contender from an ethnic minority taking the stage and not only preparing for a real fight, but expecting to win. Political beliefs and ideology aside, my heart swelled last night as I witnessed that very event.

On a related note, by my tally, here was the final score on something else I wanted to see:

Deep, hot tongue kisses between Michelle Obama and Jill Biden: 0
Dashed and disappointed Boozehound dreams: 1

Pop Culture Item Consumed: Croupier, Clive Owen’s first crossover picture after a successful television career in England. (We’ll kindly ignore The Rich Man’s Wife with Halle Berry.)

Beverage Consumed: The can-can, a variation on the martini combining St. Germain liqueur with gin and dry vermouth. St. Germain is a sweet but powerful liqueur made from the elderflower of the Alps, and the can-can offers a refreshing turn on the traditional martini with two shots of good gin, a brimming shot of St. Germain, and a splash of dry vermouth, with a twist. The St. Germain adds an elegant, golden taste of floral essence to the punch-in-the-nose dryness of the martini. The can-can isn’t for every evening, but when you’re looking for something a little different, the can-can offers a velvety tongue across the nipples of your palate.

Shake with ice, strain into a large martini glass, and lord it over the neighbors like the demi-god that you are.

Summary of Action: Croupier, the tale of a disaffected casino dealer’s cynical interactions with the world around him, is a stylish pickpocket of a film. Elegantly hailing from the wrong side of the tracks, it works its grubby East End charms to distract you with the main storyline of a frustrated young writer who works at a casino to pay the bills while trying to finish his novel. Meanwhile, Croupier’s other roaming hand is in your back pocket twiddling around a twisted subtext that curls into the main narrative in the last act and delivers a rope-a-dope series of jabs to your expectations in the denouement. Imagine a dark-haired, good-looking Cockney gangster greeting you with a warm embrace while rummaging in your coat pockets for the loose cash you’d gladly trade for getting felt up in the first place. This image is particularly apt considering that Croupier director Mike Hodges helped invent the mod British gangster film with 1971’s Get Carter. The look and feel of that film, along with Michael Caine’s unique presence in it, find a bookend in Croupier, with Clive Owen ably assuming the role of the detached anti-hero.

I was lucky enough that Croupier was my introduction to Clive Owen eight years ago, the first time I had laid eyes on him. Like Owen himself, Croupier is the shiny-underneath-the-grime doubloon that sticks to your shoe in the subway and makes its way home with you, and in watching it for the second time I was struck by how obvious it is in retrospect that the brooding, unconventionally handsome Owen would become not something so boring as just a star, but the epitome of the metaphorical rough sex of films like Sin City and Inside Man.

In Croupier, Owen plays titular casino dealer and frustrated writer Jack Manfred, a Londoner with a murky past whose father arranges for him to return to his career as a croupier with a job at a London card club. While Jack has no interest in gambling his own money, he has a strong compulsion to serve as the instrument of defeat for others, for the gamblers with the misfortune to end up at his table - he craves the specter of their failure as much as he desires success in his literary career. As Jack sinks back into his addiction, he begins to neglect his complacent girlfriend, Marion (Gina McKee), while falling into the company of both an attractive but mercurial co-worker (Kate Hardie) and a mysterious professional gambler, Jani (Alex Kingston, who played curvy, curly redhead Dr. Elizabeth Corday on “ER”). This last bit of business threatens to be his undoing, as Jani drags Jack into a plot to rob the casino where he works.

Croupier is an accomplished picture on a number of fronts. After years of head-scratchingly misguided projects like Flash Gordon and Black Rainbow, Hodges once again captured the distinctive, detached menace of Get Carter. This tone complements a cleverly scripted plot that relies heavily on Clive Owen’s one-man wrecking crew of understated presence to avoid falling into the rutted clichés of films about petty English criminals. Perhaps most impressive, Hodges achieves all of this in a story frequently driven by voiceover narration, typically the device of a lazy hack. Croupier proves a relatively rare instance in which this device works, primarily because the narration occurs through the musings of a writer reflecting on the subject matter of the story - a bit of reflection that becomes crucial to the resolution of that story.

Another great thing about Croupier: It’s perfect for watching on DVD from the comfort of your sofa while knocking down a few helpings of your favorite cocktail. Croupier frequently presents a claustrophobic atmosphere, with lots of close-in dialogue shots and numerous scenes in the card club where Jack works, an ambitious but somewhat pathetic casino wannabe. As a result, the film is suited to small-screen viewing, and with its dankly grimy subject matter and rogues’ gallery of characters, it’s a great drinking movie. This collection of lowlifes drinks frequently and realistically, and it’s a tribute to Hodges that I find myself wishing I were sitting in some dingy London bar knocking back warm gin with them.

Also, if you want to see a buck-ass naked Alex Kingston, this is your picture. I was always partial to Dr. Corday.

How the Pairing Held Up: While neither is something I’d want to experience every day, kicking back with a shaker of can-cans and having Clive Owen wash over my eyes and ears made for quite the pleasant evening.

Tastes Like: Lilacs. And Alex Kingston’s creamy white thigh. Mmmm, paging Dr. Corday - I have a penile emergency requiring close, personal treatment.

Overall Rating: Blackjack, baby. Aces and faces.

Ted Boynton is a dedicated sot who plans to leave his barstool to stalk Whit Stillman, now that someone has found Whit Stillman. Ted also manages to hold down a job and a wife, three hours each per day, whether they need it or not. Readers may scold, hector, admonish or taunt Ted by e-mailing him at thecarygrantrules@hotmail.com.


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Comments

Whew, between that header photo (mmm, it's like there's two of him) and lines like "can-can offers a velvety tongue across the nipples of your palate," it's starting to feel mighty hot here in the office....Ooh, and Alex Kingston? Foxy lady!

Seriously, though. Does the can-can really taste like lilacs? Dreamy!


St. Germain tastes like lilacs smell; lilacs actually taste kind of bad. Between the lilacs and the floral notes in the gin, there's a lot going on. tb

Posted by: meaux at August 29, 2008 9:20 AM

...a velvety tongue across the nipples of your palate.

I made it this far and had to scroll down, only to find that sweet meaux had already beaten me to the same punch. Sigh.

Pajiba After Dark should be a wild ride, given that we've been treated to the Sarlaac/Sarlacc header (don't dwell on that) and now the image of a tongue-caressed benippled palate just in the last 24 hours. You guys are too sexy for your jobs!

Posted by: Che Grovera at August 29, 2008 9:33 AM

Err...you've eaten lilacs?


Former life as a goat in Cleopatra's garden. Long story. tb

Posted by: meaux at August 29, 2008 9:34 AM

Political beliefs and ideology aside, my heart swelled last night as I witnessed that very event.

I feel the same.

Perhaps most impressive, Hodges achieves all of this in a story frequently driven by voiceover narration, typically the device of a lazy hack.

Even Woody? I must note that I do find such voiceovers annoying as all hell.

I can't believe I haven't seen this one - it's definitely going on the list if not for Clive Owen alone. Thanks for another entertaining write-up, TB.

Posted by: Cindy at August 29, 2008 9:38 AM

the can-can offers a velvety tongue across the nipples of your palate.

I am also too late to get in that this is one of the most amazing lines I have ever read. Seriously.

Now I have to read the rest of this review. With already-moistened panties. At work. Dammit Ted!

Posted by: Anna von Beaverplatz at August 29, 2008 9:41 AM

Alan "Bojangles" Keyes

Harsh, man.

I'da gone with "Sambo," truth be told.

Posted by: TK at August 29, 2008 9:45 AM

Err...you've eaten lilacs?


Former life as a goat in Cleopatra's garden. Long story. tb

Posted by: meaux at August 29, 2008 9:34 AM

The story doesn't have to be as erxotic as Boozehound's, sad to say. Haven't you ever had a floral garnish at a high-end eatery? It's actually fairly standard practice at restaurants in the Far East, as well. They are usually -- but not always -- intended for decoration, and I'm rube enough not to know the difference beforehand. Alcohol and I parted company some time ago, but I'm confident that St. Germain would be a better way to sample the lilac...

Posted by: Che Grovera at August 29, 2008 9:48 AM

Errr, elderflower. Elderflower, lilac -- like so many things in life, they tend to look and taste the same after awhile...

Posted by: Che Grovera at August 29, 2008 9:55 AM

Okay, finished. I love that you write all this beautiful prose that makes me want to see this film I've never seen, your fluid descriptions giving me a crystal clear internal visual image, and end it with

Also, if you want to see a buck-ass naked Alex Kingston, this is your picture.

which makes me giggle like a moron and want to make time in my busy Season 1 Alias marathon this weekend to fit this movie in.

I must echo Che Grovera's sentiment, "You guys are too sexy for your jobs!"

Posted by: Anna von Beaverplatz at August 29, 2008 9:57 AM

Pansies aren't bad. Much tastier floral garnish than lilacs, evidently. Nastursiums are downright tasty.

Goat in Cleopatra's garden...*chuckle* Wise-ass.

Posted by: meaux at August 29, 2008 10:06 AM

Which Gin do you use?


I keep several around because I love the stuff so much and go through it fast. For martinis I like Boodles or T-10. No. 209 is a good small-batch gin for drinking straight, but it's a little pricey. tb

Posted by: Brian at August 29, 2008 10:13 AM

Croupier was my first introduction to Clive Owen. Damn that man looks good in a tux. Still, I almost didn't rent it because I thought croupier was one of those sicknesses where you cough up a bloody lung. I looked it up and found out it was a person who deals cards in a casino. I've led a sheltered life. Anyway, I love a movie like this, where I cannot predict the ending, and then realize afterwards that all the signs were there.

Posted by: BWeaves at August 29, 2008 10:15 AM

Also, if you want to see a buck-ass naked Alex Kingston, this is your picture

If I remeber correctly (and really, how could one forget) "The Fortunes and Misfortunes of Moll Flanders" (a Birish mini-series, listed as "Moll Flanders" as well) also works.

Posted by: Brian at August 29, 2008 10:19 AM

Hey, BWeaves. I don't know if you had any inclination or time to scroll through the ever-expanding pile of Eloquent Eloquence posts, but seeing your name triggered a hideous little memory upon which I elaborated in EE concerning Der Struwwelpeter. Seems that you and I come from the same sadistic stock...

Posted by: Che Grovera at August 29, 2008 10:20 AM

It's 10:00 AM, I'm in my office, and all I can think about is drinking can-cans and licking Clive Owen with a velvety tongue.

GREAT. There is not enough black coffee in the world to get me through this workday.

Posted by: Tammy at August 29, 2008 10:30 AM

Say, does Sandy Duncan really have a glass eye? I know this has nothing to do with anything mentioned previously, but I'd really like to know. It's very important...

Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at August 29, 2008 10:35 AM

Also, if you want to see a buck-ass naked Alex Kingston

See.....people just never, ever know how to pitch movies to me, ie. my aforementioned "Shaun of the Dead" "if you'd fucking told me Dylan Moran was in this I'dve watched it last year!" This includes studio marketing too.

It's been eight years, right? First time anyone's mentioned that element to me.

And back at ya--get thee to her Doctor Who two-parter from this year's season. Not naked, but she can wear a spacesuit well, and not everyone can. And it takes place in a library and Steven Moffat wrote it...hang on, lemme see if there's any more buttons on me for you to press!

Also, "St. Germain"'s fun to say.

Also, rumor has it there's a new Geraldine Ferraro. Ohhh the silly games people play.

Posted by: Jay at August 29, 2008 10:38 AM

Say, does Sandy Duncan really have a glass eye?

Look at you, challenging my beliefs! At first I thought, "I thought everyone knew that".

But NO!!!

She's blind in one eye (tumor on the optic nerve--tumor removal successful but sight wasn't saved) but it's real and can still move.

Good test of my professional ethics, Skit. I thank you.

Posted by: Jay at August 29, 2008 10:48 AM

So there's no truth to the rumor that if you remove her glass eye, there's a large sapphire hidden behind it... That's what you're saying right?

Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at August 29, 2008 10:55 AM

"Say, does Sandy Duncan really have a glass eye?"

As Jay said, she does not... but Peter Falk does, and he and Sandy Duncan are practically the same person, really.

Posted by: Sarina at August 29, 2008 10:56 AM

Che Grovera: RE: Strewwelpeter.

Thanks for the heads up. I went back to read your comment in the last Elequents. YES! I was a thumbsucker, too, and those huge scissors and the bloody stumps are burned into my retinas because that's always the first story my German relatives would read to me. The worst part? IN GERMAN, which I don't speak, so the only thing I could do was look at the bloody cartoons. A few years later they found the book in English and gave it to me. Great. 19th century children's torture porn in two languages. Whoo-hoo!

Posted by: BWeaves at August 29, 2008 11:02 AM

"What kind of kinky Christmas spirit IS that?"

"It is Germanic in origin"

Posted by: Jay at August 29, 2008 11:09 AM

Totally off topic, but McCain picked his VP. Sarah Palin. He is a smart, cunning man.


It's an interesting issue, elizabeth -- what do you think about this: Everything I've seen from McCain over the last couple of weeks has smacked of The Desperate, Doddering Old Man's Field Guide to Campaign Tactics. Step 1: Divide and conquer - say Barack snubbed Hilary; Step 2: Smear on taxes - accuse Obama of taxing the middle class by not renewing Bush's ridiculously inept stimulus package; Step 3: Capture the support of the enemy of your enemy - if they got a negro, well heck-fire, let's get us a whoa-mann! We'll get those disaffected Hilary votes.

It all seems like painfully obvious political maneuvering of the most stolid, unimaginative variety. Is McCain running for U.S. President or high school class president? tb

Posted by: elizabeth at August 29, 2008 11:16 AM

Not off-topic at all, elizabeth. What could be more akin to a high-stakes gamble than this election?

If Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin got the job as running mate for Sen. John McCain (R-Ariz.), count her as one of the most surprised. In an interview just a month ago, she dissed the job, saying it didn't seem "productive." In fact, she said she doesn't know what the vice president does. - Politico.com

Smart and cunning in pandering to the Idiot Right, maybe. "Ooh, look. The Republicans nominated a woman. They must be progressive, too." Les jeux sont faits!

Posted by: Che Grovera at August 29, 2008 11:27 AM

And it bums me out that silly touche shit is a given.

But she wants to drill Alaska (and she's married to oil) and he doesn't? It's the new Odd Couple!

Nevermind that it's gotta be hard to for everyone, including yourself, to know you're a stunt. That's real progress for equality.

Posted by: Jay at August 29, 2008 11:29 AM

I have to confess to knowing nothing about Sarah Palin, Jay. I just wonder if she's batshit-crazy like Mike Gravel? Remember the "rock" ad? Maybe she's been recruited for her stone-throwing skills...

Posted by: Che Grovera at August 29, 2008 11:38 AM

Suggestion to Pajiba Overlords:

It looks like you could keep us all really occupied and clicking away on Pajiba links if you set us up a political discussion column.

Perfect for the long weekend!

Posted by: Jerce at August 29, 2008 11:41 AM

My skin is crawling just thinking about this.

It all seems like painfully obvious political maneuvering of the most stolid, unimaginative variety.

Yes, I agree. But after what happened in 2004, I don't trust the majority of this country not to fall for this nonsense. Consider the choice:

1) She has a son who is deploying to Iraq soon. Now they can distance themselves further from the chickenhawks of the current administration. Any decisions about Iraq policy will have the explicit backing of an Army mother.

2) She has a newborn son with Down syndrome, diagnosed in utero. So not only is she anti-abortion, but she has a child to back up her position.

I agree that McCain looks like he's running for Student Council, but I think his strategists who are putting words in his mouth have some idea of what they're doing. At least enough to know how to manipulate the red states.

Posted by: elizabeth at August 29, 2008 11:49 AM

Good points, elizabeth; never overestimate American voters. This seems to be a bid for those vag-fixated Hilary supporters, however, and how can it come off as anything other than insulting? Biden is going to chew her up into tiny little pieces on policy issues. And based on Barack's aggressive posture last night, part of the Dems' message has to be this:

McCain is 72 years old today -- yes, today is his birthday. Just from demographic data for his physical history and ethnicity, there's probably a 20% chance that he'll kick over in the next four years -- it's not likely, but it's a significant possibility. That means Republicans are content to leave us in the hands of a 44-year-old governor with less than two years' experience in a significant political post. Did I mention that she's chummy with Big Oil? tb

Posted by: ted boynton at August 29, 2008 12:02 PM

elizabeth,I remain calm about McCain's threat just because he seems to have Katherine Heigl syndrome: his mouth fucks everything up for him. The man just can not reign in his tendency to go off script and sooner or later he will go off script in an incredibly damaging and irreversible way. Backhandedly insulting Paris Hilton when the Hilton parents were contributors to his campaign is only the first gaffe we're likely to see.

I have not seen Croupier but given my fondness for Clive Owen, that's something I will remedy sooner rather than later.

Posted by: Genny (also Rusty) at August 29, 2008 12:05 PM

When I walked into my cubicle my two friends said to go to CNN to see the VP candidate...I knew immediately that it was the Alaskan lady. This isn't a McCain/Palin ticket, it's a McCain/Please Please Pretty Please Vote For Me, Disaffected Hilary Supporters! ticket.

Posted by: Julie at August 29, 2008 12:07 PM

tb I'm beginning to love everything that comes out of your mouth. Even if it gets me thinking about Clive Owen and velvet nipples.

On a sidenote, my brother and I were fighting about Al Gore and his inconvenient truths when we launched into this...
Brother: He gave us the internet, what did you give us? Nothing! I will worship Al Gore until the end of days!!
Me: [something about gas prices, drowning polar bears, global climate shifting, basically a fifteen-minute tirade with no apparent points, just yelling]
Brother:
You know what they should do? Drill in Alaska. $.89 a gallon baby!
Me: So you're telling me that you will follow Al Gore to the ends of the earth but you want to DRILL IN ALASKA?! Who are you?!
Brother: ...I've made a huge mistake...

Posted by: Kash at August 29, 2008 12:12 PM

Oh, and great choice TB, I rented Croupier about 4 years ago and was enthralled. It's about time for a reviewing.

Posted by: Julie at August 29, 2008 12:13 PM

As ridiculous as it seems, these are the people who scare me:

(From the abc news comments)

I am a staunch supporter of Obama (and you can read my old posts that prove that). But when he picked DO-NOTHING Senator Biden as his running mate I was EXTREMELY disappointed. In fact, I was hoping he would have picked a dark horse, just like McCain did. I never thought I'd say this in my lifetime, but I may switch my vote to McCain/Palin. Palin is an OUTSIDER. Someone NEW and fresh. AMERICA NEEDS THAT RIGHT NOW! Obama -- WHY DIDN'T YOU PICK A DARK HORSE, AND INSTEAD SETTLE ON JOE BIDEN OF ALL PEOPLE?!?! ARGH!
Posted by:
truth shall prevail 12:03 PM

As a Hillary supporter, I am pleasantly surprised at McCain's choice for VP. Doesn't mean I will vote for them, doesn't mean that I won't. But I am more inclined now to give McCain serious consideration, rather than staying at home on Nov. 4, which is what I was planning to do.
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marla1130 12:05 PM


Ugh, you and your fancy "facts" and your well-thought-out "research." I want to feel good, dammit! [stomps foot] tb

Posted by: elizabeth at August 29, 2008 12:14 PM

elizabeth, a small piece of my soul just died.

I'm going across the street for a drink.

Posted by: TK at August 29, 2008 12:23 PM

Ahhh...thud.

Sound of me jumping out of my window, only to rediscover that I work on the first floor...

Thanks for nothing, elizabeth.

Posted by: Che Grovera at August 29, 2008 12:28 PM

Yadda Yadda Yadda Clive's great.

ANYBODY SEE the broad MCain picked for V.P. she looks like she might take it up the pooper, hot hot hot in a Pajiba After-Dark kinda way.

You've come a long way, babes.

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at August 29, 2008 12:34 PM

Gin poisons my brain so I try as best I can to stay away from it. But I might give that can-can a try. I live out in the Boondocks of Lou, KY and St. Germain sounds like a liqueur I might not be able to procure from a Liquor Barn. So Mr. Boynton ,if you are reading this, what would be a good substitute?

Personal Note: Today's my birthday and unfortunately I share it with McNasty and Jacko. If only I would have been born a day earlier then I would be celebrating a b-day with the likes of King Jack Kirby.


According to their website, St. Germain is not available in Kentucky, BUT they have online purchase options. pretty distinctive. As an alternative, what might work is a splash of peach brandy and a splash of Cointreau, but I'd try it in a bar where you don't have lay out for new bottles. Maybe a real martini with a side shot of peach brandy and Cointreau, and try them as a chaser with the martini to see if the flavor is right. That way, at least you don't ruin the martini if it's not good. tb

Posted by: Mr. West at August 29, 2008 12:36 PM

My intro to Clive Owen was "Second Sight."

God bless you, PBS!

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Posted by: jill at August 29, 2008 12:46 PM

As a complete apolitical bitch, I refuse to watch any of the nonsense shucking and jiving politicians trot out in the media. The American people have been fed the same bullshit dressed in different clothing for decades.

Meet the new boss, same as the old boss, right?

So last night, I retreated from the twenty bazillion broadcasts of convention pomp and the inevitable teevee talking head analysis. Instead I watched a cozy little show on old fashioned amusement parks in America. On PBS.

Can I just say I was actually disappointed at the opening of Croupier when Clive died his hair dark. There was something freaky/foxy about that white blonde 'do he sported for a few scenes there.


Hee hee, I absolutely loathe that blond hair on him. As for the first part of your post, that's the kind of thinking that led to eight years of Chimp-Boy. I can't take it anymore. tb

Posted by: Alabamapink at August 29, 2008 12:47 PM

I've never understood the acclaim Owen gets as an actor. I like "Croupier" and I liked "Inside Man," but his acting runs the gamut from A to B. He has one facial expression, brooding, and one vocal inflection, gravelly monotone. I guess I can see how that translates into panty-melt, but it's not great acting.


His range is definitely limited, but when he's working within it, he's incredible. tb

Posted by: Tracer Bullet at August 29, 2008 1:20 PM

My last comment on Sarah Palin (as far as you know) (for now): In her acceptance speech, she was quick to note that her selection occurs "close to" the 88th anniversary of women's suffrage, which was August 26. Hmmm, did the Democrats have any special anniversaries for Barack's speech last night? Um, um, um .... The tit for tat nonsense is just pathetic. tb

Posted by: ted boynton at August 29, 2008 1:25 PM

Gah! You guys were supposed to help me to overcome the despair, not fall into it with me! TK I'll be joining you to drink my fears away in t-minus 1.5 hours.

Posted by: elizabeth at August 29, 2008 1:28 PM

Alas, Elizabeth, I'll be homeward bound by then. Some other time... for reals, yo!

Posted by: TK at August 29, 2008 1:49 PM

Ted, I know you're married and all that, but holy crap, the way you write? I would beg to listen to you read your articles aloud while I do dirty, dirty, things to you!! That's not cheating, right?

On the political front - last night, for the first time in a long time, I actually felt hopeful for the Democratic party. Loved the speech. LOVED it!


It's not cheating because we both work in HR. As long as it's work-related, it's fine. tb

Posted by: Lainey at August 29, 2008 1:50 PM

"...Ted, I know you're married and all that, but holy crap, the way you write? I would beg to listen to you read your articles aloud while I do dirty, dirty, things to you!!.."
----------------------------------------------


Ooooooooook, if this thread is gonna get dirty I wanna know in advance so I can recreate the naked dancing/skin suit scene from Silence of the Lambs while I read it.

*looks for Goodbye Horses mp3*


Just like any other weekday morning, then? tb

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at August 29, 2008 2:05 PM

mmmm....gravelly British monotone....

Thanks for reminding me, Tracer Bullet!

Posted by: meaux at August 29, 2008 2:14 PM

Hmmm, this gives me a new idea of what to do with my St. Germain. I bought it on a lark to combine it with creme de violette in the unfortunately named "Flower Power Martini," which, although decent, turns out to be entirely too sweet for my tastes. I wonder how this will differ from the Left Bank Martini on St. Germain's site, which adds a shot of Sauvignon Blanc in place of the vermouth. I will find out tonight.

Err.. and yeah the movie looks good too. I'm not just fixated on the booze or anything. I can quit whenever I want.

Posted by: zenhound at August 29, 2008 3:56 PM

"I can quit whenever I want. "

Been saying that for years, darlin'.

Posted by: TK at August 29, 2008 3:59 PM

This is the movie that made me want to get violently fucked by Clive Owen. I don't even care if I come.

Gosford Park pretty much sealed the deal; that kiss? Um, yeah. I'd crawl over broken glass naked to blow that man.

Posted by: Maryscott O'Connor at August 29, 2008 5:59 PM

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our new vice president: Sarah MILFin."

Clever bastards...

Posted by: Recondite at August 29, 2008 6:02 PM

Croupier is the first movie Netflix ever recommended to me, based on it's schmancy little algorithm. I can't recall based on what, but I was sold on their schmancy algorithm. (Until they recommended Thirteen Going on Thirty. So I rented Just Like Heaven. Whatever. It was Mark Ruffalo. I was having my period. What? He was great in My Life Without Me........ I totally expected it to be just as good... Whatever).

I suppose there are some Clinton supporters who will turn their vote because of Palin, but seriously, could he have chosen any running mate MORE likely to galvanize Bill and Hill in support of Obama? HILL wants to be first woman, dammit, and I doubt she'll sit by and let a Miss Alaska runner-up waltz past and swipe it from her like a shallow prom-date. No, this means war, and if the Clintons only gave half a damn before, they're going to be all over it now...

BTW, Joe Biden's son is going to Iraq this fall too. But we were all too busy talking about his actual experience and voting record to trot out the politically expedient minutiae on the first day of the announcement of his nomination....

Posted by: JenK at August 29, 2008 6:10 PM

Good-bye horses I`m flying over you
Good-bye horses I`m flying over you
Good-bye horses I`m flying over you

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at August 29, 2008 6:12 PM

What's this? No love for "Shoot 'Em Up"? Or "Closer"?

For shame.

Posted by: Melodie at August 29, 2008 6:40 PM

Melodie -- I should have thought those were givens.

YES! YES! YES! Okay? YESSSSSS!

Look, I even shuddered in spasms of ecstasy watching goddamned Beyond BORDERS, for chrissakes. There is NOTHING this man does that does not moisten my inner thighs and make me moan. I mean NOTHING -- King Arthur, for the love of christ...

Oh, man. I gotta go.

Posted by: Maryscott O'Connor at August 29, 2008 7:38 PM

Oh, hot damn, Melodie! My pansy-assed pacifist self did not expect to care for Shoot 'Em Up one little bit. Had it starred Vin Diesel or Dwayne "The (motherfucking) Rock" Johnson, I would have stopped paying attention ten minutes in. But that man made it absolutely riveting!

Posted by: meaux at August 29, 2008 8:23 PM

I'm hoping the investigation of Palin blows her out of the water, in turn causing McCain to unleash his fabulous temper in front of a kazillion-ty reporters. Come to think of it, I'm hoping that anything causes him to lose it in front of everyone.

Posted by: Cindy at August 29, 2008 9:11 PM

already pissed on wine and my seething british sentiment. your review of croupier left me drooling for the gritty underbelly of britain that this film provides; yet even growing up mere miles from where clive owen did a bbq, wine and my badly cooked burgers provide none of that...

shit

but i fucking love the film.

Posted by: jim at August 29, 2008 10:34 PM

Thanks for the review. I've loved this film since opting to see it instead of a very crowded X-Men on opening night.

Jani de Villiers: Are you a believer in astrology?
Jack: No. But then, I'm a Gemini, and Geminis don't believe in astrology.

Posted by: DarthCorleone at August 30, 2008 2:18 PM

Clive Owen get in me now.

Posted by: BrisVegasBec at August 30, 2008 7:17 PM

Clive Owen get in me now.

Posted by: BrisVegasBec at August 30, 2008 7:17 PM

Would you settle for David Duchovny? I hear he's more approachable...

Posted by: Che Grovera at August 31, 2008 9:21 AM

The title of this review is my constant refrain for whenever I lose something.

Posted by: Pheagan at August 31, 2008 2:33 PM

Che it'd just be too easy you know?...

And besides.. He aint no Clive Owen...

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Clive

Posted by: BrisVegasBec at August 31, 2008 8:06 PM

Oh my, Ted! I've said it before, and I'll say it again...I really want to drink with you! and have you just say stuff to me...while we're drinking! Of course, we'll have to drink at your place. Fricken impressive bar you must have! Actually, mine is rather impressive right now. I got to come back from my Desert Adventure with the remaining bar supplies...yay me! Looks like I picked the wrong week to stop drinking.

Great review. I'm adding this to my Queue.

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