PizzaQ for X-treme Cineastes / Amanda Plummer! / down on the floor motherfuckers / Christopher Plummer / Tammy Grimes / what's in the box?
At high noon in a packed pancake house in Los Angeles, California, the dainty, petite gamine neuresthenic Amanda Plummer whips out a huge-caliber revolver, leaps to a tabletop, squeezes off a few attention-getting rounds into the ceiling, and screams to 50 patrons something like
GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR MOTHERFUCKERS OR I WILL BLAST YOUR MOTHERFUCKING BRAINS ALL OVER THE FLOOR RIGHT NOW
in a startlingly sincere and convincing tone. I certainly would have licked bubble gum off the linoleum.
This public peepants moment takes place in the Neo-Noir masterpiece of psychopathia cinematica, "Pulp Fiction," by the Auteur Quentin Tarantino.
The quarterly periodical "Cahiers du Vleeptron" frequently discusses and attempts to diagnose Tarantino. Lately we are leaning towards some sort of glandular disorder, for which there is probably effective oral medication. Within six months, he could regularly experience the mental activity of an adult for the first time in his life.
On the other hand, I usually don't ask for my money back after seeing his stuff.
While you are pouring synthetic blueberry syrup on your waffles, the last thing you expect to see is Amanda Plummer going all Smith & Wesson in your face and shieking motherfucker.
PIZZAQ1 for Cineasts: What actor portrays her boyfriend or twin brother or fellow methamphetamine addict who is waving the other loaded revolver around, just as enthusiastically and happily as Amanda? 2 slices, imported Italian mozzerella.
PIZZAQ2 for X-Treme Cineastes:
What was in the attache case?
1 medium pizza, choice of 3 toppings.
PIZZAQ3 for X-Treme Cineastes:
What was in the metal ice-skates case in "Ronin" (by John Frankenheimer, co-scripted by David Mamet)?
1 large pizza, choice of 4 toppings, and 1 large Fanta-and-beer if it's summer.
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The centerpiece of the 2010 Stratford season will be Christopher Plummer as Prospero in "The Tempest."
We saw him as King Lear a few years ago, certainly one of the thrills of my theater life. In our generation, Shakespeare doesn't get better than Plummer, and we also had the fantastic pleasure of seeing his daughter Amanda (her mom is Tammy Grimes) as Joan of Arc in Anouilh's "The Lark / L'Alouette."
Other but by no means all the 2010 treats at Stratford:
* Dangerous Liasons
* Jacques Brel Is Alive and Well and Living in Paris
* Peter Pan (Barrie's original)
* Kiss Me, Kate
* The Two Gentlemen of Verona
* The Winter's Tale
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Bob the Culture Vulture