if humanity ever has to grapple with a revolution where the Che Guevara is an animatronic Mr. Peanut, just stuff me into a cannon and fire me into the fucking Sun, because I absolutely do not want to be around anymore.
shout out to the impressive number of recognizable actors who presumably got a big chunk of the $320 million budget to either come to set for a single day or go to a recording studio for a single day.
obvious cat nip for me, a guy who loves twisty spy shit and British banter. but it’s genuinely my favorite Soderbergh in, like, 15 years-- one of my favorites from him ever, really. a crackerjack script and an absolutely loaded ensemble, impossible to single out an MVP (though I'm inclined to say Marisa Abela). funny, exciting, sexy, cool as shit. found myself giggling with delight numerous times throughout.
the sort of movie I can see myself watching another half-dozen times…
hi! I wrote this movie!
there's nothing crazier to me than the fact that, three years ago, I dreamed up the title HOT FROSTY and giggled like a madman... and tonight, I watched Lacey Chabert and Jimmy Fallon on the Tonight Show talking about "Hot Frosty" as an audience cheered. life is funny, man.
in 2021, I started pitching to my friends, in my best Norm Macdonald-esque delivery, “what if, when Frosty the Snowman came to life… he was a…
after seeing this movie, I remembered this was a Black List script in 2020. and I thought to myself, "were all the unsavory rape jokes and rape threats in this movie also in the script? or were those added later by Mel and/or Mark?" so I went back and read the script. nary a rape joke or threat to be found. seems I have my answer!
