“Yes Minister” Party Games (1984)

Verdict – 5/5

 

Quote –
Sir Humphrey: “There are certain items of confidential information which while in theory they might be susceptible to innocent interpretation, do nevertheless contain a certain element of, shall we say, ambiguity, so that were they to presented in a less than generous manner or to an uncharitable mind, they might be a source of considerable embarrassment, even conceivably hazard, were they to impinge on the deliberations of an office of more than usual sensitivity.”

Jim Hacker: “I am sorry?”

The Madness of King George (1994)

STORY – 1
DIRECTOR – 1
ACTOR – 1
MUSIC – 1
CULT – 1

Verdict – 5/5

Pros –
1) One man show: Nigel Hawthorne as King George III
2) Zadok the Priest – perfect timing.
3) It’s a very light-hearted film with an upbeat climax avoiding any unnecessary serious overtone even when the primary plot concerns the Regency Crisis.

 

Cons –
N/A

 

Quote –
Dr. Willis: I have You in my eye, sir. And I shall KEEP You in my eye until You learn to behave and do as You’re told.
George III: I am the King. I tell, I am not TOLD. I am the VERB, sir, not the OBJECT.

Demolition Man (1993)

Demolition Man

STORY – 1
DIRECTOR – 0
ACTORS – 0
MUSIC – 0
CULT – 1

 

Verdict – 2/5

Pros – Wesley Snipes as Simon Phoenix
Cons – Poor Direction

 

QuoteYou see, according to Cocteau’s plan… I’m the enemy, ’cause I like to think; I like to read. I’m into freedom of speech and freedom of choice. I’m the kind of guy likes who likes to sit in a greasy spoon and wonder – “Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbecued ribs with the side order of gravy fries?” I want high cholesterol. I wanna eat bacon and butter and BUCKETS of cheese, okay? I want to smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in the non-smoking section. I want to run through the streets naked with green Jell-O all over my body reading Playboy magazine. Why? Because I suddenly might feel the need to, okay, pal? I’ve SEEN the future. Do you know what it is? It’s a 47-year-old virgin sitting around in his beige pajamas, drinking a banana-broccoli shake, singing “I’m an Oscar Meyer Wiener.” You live up top, you live Cocteau’s way: what he wants, when he wants, how he wants. Your other choice: come down here… and maybe starve to death.