The Usual Suspects
Yet another killer-diller flick; original and brilliant. A masterpiece of mystery (man,
somebody should pay me for these lines); the movie that introduced Kaiser Soze to
the world.
Kaiser Soze has become an icon in my life. I probably make a Kaiser Soze reference
once per day, especially at work. I also quote this movie without shame, like:
"And on that farm he shot some guys..."
"Big fat guy, I mean like Orca fat."
So on and so on. Is there anything wrong with this flick? No. Can I even pick
something out about it that pisses me off? Not really. I can, however, decry the utter
lack of a sequel.
Look, sequels usually suck. We all know that and have come to expect it. So,
Hollywood, I ask you this: if a movie was so good, and had such an open ending, why
not make a sequel? You're bound to make the money back. Just put a pair in there
and a few explosions. Worse case scenario, it'll be good and people will like it and the
legions of fanboys, like me, will stop bitching.
Do I have to think of all this shit by myself?
