So I stumbled upon Wide Screen World's blogathon "The Movie Of My Life" a while ago. The general idea of the thing is you cast the people in your life with actors who have qualities similar to your homies. Which is good fun, but I realized jumping on this bandwagon would be the perfect way for me to let you peeps know about a little change in my life that's coming up which may alter what goes down on this blog ever so slightly. Fasten your seat belts, because the contents of reality may shift during this post.
Here's a story. M., the tiny, white girl with a lust for all things action, can clearly only be played by one actor:
I fought Brad Pitt for a good while. I can't really say why either. He was just one of those actors that'd been overexposed and I was suddenly getting cottonmouth trying to swallow down his movies. Irrationally despising him for no good reason except I was simply tired of his face. And then I found Snatch (2000). You could say it was love at first squeak, really. But that's a whole other story. I'm here for "The Pikey", AKA Mickey O'Neil. He's about as gypsy as you can get, with his devil-may-care attitude and his ever-loving devotion to his ma. Best of all is his accent. I could try to describe it, but it may be best just to let the man speak for himself. The rumor is that Brad Pitt couldn't do an Irish accent, and he couldn't do an English accent, so Guy Ritchie more or less let the man make up his own eccentric mix. Best decision ever. Don't let Mickey's bark fool you, though, as soon as this scrawny man curls up his fists he's just about the deadliest fighter out there. Now if only he understood the concept of a "fixed fight"...
This BAMF of the week doesn't so much go to a person as it does go to what I consider to be one of the best boxing fights ever to grace the screen. Yes, I know, all fans of Rocky (1976) and Raging Bull (1980) can sneer, but this scene is visceral. From the animal grunts and growls, to the quick, fumbling cuts, to the heavy beat of the music, and finally to the fanfuckingtastic underwater interlude. This is Guy Ritchie at his best, the kind of work that really sets him apart from all the other sheeple.
Movie: Snatch (2000).
Best moments: The boxing scene. Either boxing scene, actually. Or the caravan on fire. In short, it's really impossible to choose one from the pile of epicness.
Best quotes:
Mickey: Good dags. D'ya like dags?
Tommy: Dags?
Mickey: What?
Mrs. O'Neil: Yeah, dags.
Tommy: Oh, dogs. Sure, I like dags. I like caravans more.
Mickey: You're not going anywhere, you thick lump. You stay until the job's done.
Mickey: I'll tell ya what. I'll do it for a caravan.
Turkish: For what?
Pikeys: For a caravan.
Tommy: It was us who wanted a caravan.
[looking around]
Tommy: Anyway, what's wrong with this one?
Mickey: It's not for me. It's for me ma.
Turkish: Your what?
Pikeys: His ma.
