Movie Review: Other People’s Money (1991)

The master speaks….

Short hand: Fast paced straight to the point story staring Danny Vito as Mr. Larry the Liquidator” Garfield about a corporate takeover of a business for the soul purpose of shit canning one division so that the corporation as a whole can make more money so that the business can be stripped of the assets and sold off in pieces.

Larry is an honest business man that doesn’t waste any time in bullshiting around but lays it out on the table and tells you how it fucking is. He is in your face and telling you what he wants and he don’t give a fuck how you feel about it because he’s coming to get the bag..

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This is a beloved movie from my childhood that inspired me to one day become a investor. It’s a fast paced elegent dance and game of making money that gets me. There is a comedy and romance to make it more digestible to the general audience that are for the most part consumers. The writing and directing of the film is smooth like slick talking Bronx millionaire.

Another thing about the romance…Larry ain’t leading his life by his dick. He’s in it for the money and if the chick ain’t down with the way his is going well….the chick is going to fall in line and bring him the fucking bag because energy around top tier alpha makes a chick’s clothes melt off. Larry is HIM.

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Spoiler alert: Larry gets the bag and his chick brings him another bag for the bonus…how about that shit?

Warm Regards

Art. Real art from movies, comics paintings is supposed to speak to you back what is true.

I believe that shit to my immortal American Highlander soul. Real art is supposed to call to that side of you that was passed down to you in your blood in your culture.

Art is supposed to mirror back to you what is true. Western art. Again for us we have a saying….the Good, the Beautiful and the True.

Matt Damon is a Pimp cocain liberal asshole to his core. Fucker shook hands with fucking elite gangster assholes and has a card that shows you the date when he took the ticket however….

Goodwill Hunting is a fucking work of art my friend. Nothing he’s done sense can top it in my estimation. The fucking words. The fucking moments of truth about how fucking people act from cultural standing and the inner demons of fear some of us have to dual with on the regular…holy shit.

I watched that shit almost as much as I watched GroundHog Day. GHD is still better. Goodwill hunting though. That shit spoke to me. That shit had a scent of beauty and truth.

I remember the words like quotes from the books of legends past. Goodwill Hunting is art to me. It’s of a kind the type of art I dream of crafting in words and feeling.

Warm Regards

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