Dramatic Tension, Thy Name is King of Kong: Fistful of Quarters
My friend Jenny used to make this hilarious sound whenever she wanted to denote that someone was a nerd (you know, like, for caring too much about something or being really into electronics; whatever), and it consisted of this sort of extended noise that sounded like a cross between a human's impression of an elephant sound and a whistle with an accompanying eye-roll. Well, I was definitely doing that for the first 20 minutes of King of Kong, after which, I lapsed into an awed silence. Seriously, I cried at one point.
See it!
It's a tad manipulative in its treatment of Steve Wiebe, but DAMN is it a good piece of celluloid.
See it!
It's a tad manipulative in its treatment of Steve Wiebe, but DAMN is it a good piece of celluloid.
posted by K at 7:43 PM
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YES! This movie ruled! I want to meet the makers and shake their hands, because it was so hilariously done.
The best part? When they showed the bad guy lovingly blow-drying his hair, through a cracked bathroom door. Blow-drying is somehow the most shameful and uncool thing a man can be caught doing. Watching it, I felt like Noah's sons when they found him drunk and naked in his tent.
--The Bible?
Best part:
"DAAAAAAD!!!! STOP PLAYING DONKEY KOOOOOONG!!!!!!!!"
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