Friday, November 02, 2007

Bleg: Totally tortured.

Has anybody seen a little indie movie made back in the early/mid '90s about a bunch of boneheaded buddies in small town Amer...

Nevah mind! The very act of typing this jogged the title loose: Bottle Rocket. Haven't seen it since I rented it from Movies Worth Seeing back in the day. Now I have the itch to watch it again and I couldn't for the life of me remember the title.

7 comments:

staghounds said...

That's the second time Bottle Rocket has come up on my screen in ten minutes!

I was just reading a Ron Rosenbaum article about how its director stole a book's title for another movie.

Strange...

staghounds said...

That's the second time Bottle Rocket has come up on my screen in ten minutes!

I was just reading a Ron Rosenbaum article about how its director stole a book's title for another movie.

Strange...

Bruce H. said...

I've heard that called the teddy bear effect. You start explaining a problem to someone and the act of explaining helps you see the solution, and your longsuffering interlocutor asks, "Why didn't you just try explaining it to your teddy bear?"

Anonymous said...

That movie got Owen Wilson started.

Matt G said...

My wife has a crush on one of the guys in that movie-- can't recall which.

I liked it, but really liked Rushmore and Highway 61 even more. (Great soundtracks, by the way.)

Jack Gordon said...

Great soundtrack on that movie. As with all Wes Anderson flicks.

phlegmfatale said...

That film oozed boobery, oui? I think Luke & Owen Wilson (Dallas boys) wrote the story with the director of the film. The big heist scene was filmed in this giant pink (?!) warehouse in the Deep Ellum section of Dallas. Deep Ellum was where all the cool bars/clubs were before the whole thing went tourista. *sigh*

Incidentally, the Owens' parents have a sprawling mid-century modern house next to a country club in Dallas, and I have a friend who attended a wedding reception there. Two of the living spaces are divided simply by a small step-down of about 2 inches, and my friend's husband stumbled over it, and wryly commented to her "I think I just discovered how Luke broke his nose."