Maxtro
Master Don Juan
Booo!
The Oscars are pointless.
The Oscars are pointless.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
If by this you mean it had nothing to do with the reality of Iraq, then you are right.PRMoon said:I loved The Hurt Locker. This was pretty much Platoon for the modern generation.
The Matrix still has you."... if you know anything about the Army, or about operations or life in Iraq, you'll be so distracted by the nonsensical sequences and plot twists that it will ruin the movie for you. It certainly did for me."
"the way the team goes about their missions is completely absurd,"
"while the film accurately depicted the scale of bomb violence and the relations between Iraqis and troops, "just about everything else wasn’t realistic.""
"I was amazed that a movie so bad could get any kind of accolades from anyone."
"A review published March 8, 2010 in the Air Force Times[43] cited overall negative reviews from bomb experts in Iraq attached to the 4th Brigade, 1st Armored Division, quoting a bomb disposal team leader who called the movie’s portrayal of a bomb expert “grossly exaggerated and not appropriate”, and describing the lead character as “more of a run and gun cowboy type…exactly the kind of person that we’re not looking for.” Another bomb disposal team member said that the lead character’s “swagger would put a whole team at risk. Our team leaders don’t have that kind of invincibility complex, and if they do, they aren’t allowed to operate. A team leader’s first priority is getting his team home in one piece.”"
"Some of the scenes are so disconnected with reality to be almost parody."
I understand that artistic license has to be taken with how "real" things are otherwise you can end up with a boring film. My problem is that films like this are so far away from reality that they break my suspension of disbelief.Quiksilver said:There were plenty of "facepalm" moments I had in the Hurt Locker where I thought to myself "hey that ain't realistic at all!", but guess what? I got past that and realized that it's a FICTIONAL STORY and the writers and directors can do whatever they want with it.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
Maxtro said:Honestly, I have never seen the Hurt Locker. I have no interest in war movies and even less interest in the Iraq war.
After reading the previous comments I'm amazed it won the awards it did. Maybe I'll rent it for a buck and see if it deserved anything.
lolMikeBrown30 said:So you made this thread without having seen The Hurt Locker?
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I didn't have to see it to know that Avatar would be more deserving of the Best Picture award.MikeBrown30 said:So you made this thread without having seen The Hurt Locker?
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Yep that's what i mean. My dad and his friends say the same kinda thing about platoon and I still like that movie. I should note that I also like western films and these war genre movies are pretty much dressed up versions of that. Ofcourse it's not accurate or anything but it's a good movie going experience. I really liked the sniper duel scene, that kicked a$$.Luthor Rex said:If by this you mean it had nothing to do with the reality of Iraq, then you are right.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.