es la típica película que ponen en la tele a la hora de la siesta tbh, no está mal pero ñeñera

es la típica película que ponen en la tele a la hora de la siesta tbh, no está mal pero ñeñera

Writer/Director/Producer/Star AND stunt co-ordinator?

H.B. Halicki leaves no production credit untouched in bringing his passion project to the big screen. Souped up seventies sensation Gone in 60 Seconds is a rev-head wet dream. The kind of movie where the car gets top billing.

Eleanor is a mustard yellow 1971 Ford Mustang and is the primary target for Maindrian (Haliki) and his crew of insurance folk/car boosters who are on a mission to grand theft autovise a list of 70s era luxury sports cars.

The acting is a little stodgy at times, especially from some of the real life racing identities who cameo, and this would have to be one of the most obviously ADR’ed movies of all time - but you ain’t here for all that, you are here for the fast cars and you get plenty of that.

I can’t even drive a manual (or stick as you American folk would say) but even I can appreciate the bevy of four wheeled beauties on display here. This culminates in an epic police pursuit that is truly something, with a car jump moment they are so proud of they freeze frame mid-jump, overlay footage of the jump from a different angle, play that and then unfreeze the image of the first jump.

Hey! I made it all the way through a Gone in 60 Seconds review and DIDN’T once make a premature ejaculation joke.

Ahhhh dammit. I BLEW it.

Writer/Director/Producer/Star AND stunt co-ordinator?

H.B. Halicki leaves no production credit untouched in bringing his passion project to the big screen. Souped up seventies sensation Gone in 60 Seconds is a rev-head wet dream. The kind of movie where the car gets top billing.

Eleanor is a mustard yellow 1971 Ford Mustang and is the primary target for Maindrian (Haliki) and his crew of insurance folk/car boosters who are on a mission to grand theft autovise a list of 70s era luxury sports cars.

The acting is a little stodgy at times, especially from some of the real life racing identities who cameo, and this would have to be one of the most obviously ADR’ed movies of all time - but you ain’t here for all that, you are here for the fast cars and you get plenty of that.

I can’t even drive a manual (or stick as you American folk would say) but even I can appreciate the bevy of four wheeled beauties on display here. This culminates in an epic police pursuit that is truly something, with a car jump moment they are so proud of they freeze frame mid-jump, overlay footage of the jump from a different angle, play that and then unfreeze the image of the first jump.

Hey! I made it all the way through a Gone in 60 Seconds review and DIDN’T once make a premature ejaculation joke.

Ahhhh dammit. I BLEW it.

filmed on the streets very close my alma mater, my dad would always talk about this movie whenever we would commute together. now after the like 20+ (?) years ive been alive we watched this movie together. 

it’s cool to see scenery i see every day, but the geography of this movie confused me to no end. the plot too. im so dumb i didn’t realize the gray hair was a disguise and was wondering who the completely unconvincing gray fox was supposed to be.

but gone in 60 seconds is decidedly not a movie one watches for the “plot”. as the final car chase scene continued on and on i was hit with a feeling of meaninglessness, like the crashes were a reflection of the r/showerthoughts platitudes that once lay latent in my fried brain.

the cars kept piling up like crushed soda cans in a sequence that is both financially insane and psychologically noiseless. a woman beats the hood of a car with her umbrella on a cloudless southern california afternoon and people stare with mild interest. why do we continue the pursuit despite the complete pointlessness of it all? to see how long one can hold the note, to bear witness to abject destruction out of a morbid curiosity? i guess we want to see things when theyre broken too. 

my dad’s final thoughts? “it wasn’t as good as i remembered.”

filmed on the streets very close my alma mater, my dad would always talk about this movie whenever we would commute together. now after the like 20+ (?) years ive been alive we watched this movie together. 

it’s cool to see scenery i see every day, but the geography of this movie confused me to no end. the plot too. im so dumb i didn’t realize the gray hair was a disguise and was wondering who the completely unconvincing gray fox was supposed to be.

but gone in 60 seconds is decidedly not a movie one watches for the “plot”. as the final car chase scene continued on and on i was hit with a feeling of meaninglessness, like the crashes were a reflection of the r/showerthoughts platitudes that once lay latent in my fried brain.

the cars kept piling up like crushed soda cans in a sequence that is both financially insane and psychologically noiseless. a woman beats the hood of a car with her umbrella on a cloudless southern california afternoon and people stare with mild interest. why do we continue the pursuit despite the complete pointlessness of it all? to see how long one can hold the note, to bear witness to abject destruction out of a morbid curiosity? i guess we want to see things when theyre broken too. 

my dad’s final thoughts? “it wasn’t as good as i remembered.”

Rip to all of them(i don’t remember anyones name cuz non of yall were memorable) u wouldve loved depop reselling

Rip to all of them(i don’t remember anyones name cuz non of yall were memorable) u wouldve loved depop reselling

nicholas cage did it better

nicholas cage did it better