Films...
Leon* - who would ever think that cinemagoers could feel pity and sympathy for the truest innocent in this film: a hitman (played with tender beauty by Jean Reno?

Dogma - as a religion-free zone (oui, c'est moi) the idea of Alanis Morrisette being God shocks me. Alan Rickman as the Metatron, with the nasal voice, playing him as essentially bored, with the *great* Kevin Smith as Silent Bob (apart from the awful rip off line from Indiana Jones) and George Carlin as a cardinal - fantastic

The Usual Suspects - ah, but who is Kayser Soze? And Kevin Spacey is simply wonderful in this film with his playing to such a small audience with a character who may in turns be a savant and a savage.

Trainspotting - the only film I've ever seen in which Dale Winton uses the line "CD4 cells" which, for that alone, makes it memorable. Soundtrack is fabulous and the characters Renton surrounds himself with (especially Begbie) are astonishingly overportrayed.

Brassed Off* - a tale of beauty amongst the grime of a closing colliery. Couple this with the rather delectable Tara Fitzgerald (yum) and the acting of Pete Postlethwaite and you've a film with a message that would "bring a tear to a glass eye"

Apocalypse Now - the horror, the horror. Everything from the lead roles played to perfection to the bit parts including a young Mr H. Ford, through to the Ride of the Valkyries scene (which still makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end)

When Harry Met Sally (yes, yes) - makes me laugh. And I'm a bloke. Yes, I know. Fruit pelters at the ready...

Good Morning Vietnam - if ever there was a film that was designed to harness the talents of one Mr R Williams it must have been it. Unlike many other films that he's been in, it actually looks like he was enjoying making this - actor or not.

Life of Brian - he's not the Messiah, he's a very naughty boy! Again, a total quote-fest.

American Beauty - another Kevin Spacey tale and one written and directed with such beauty and tenderness.

Lost in Translation - perhaps as a consequence of my perving over Scarlett Johansen and the films first shot being of Ms J's underpants(!) but other than this the feeling of being lost in a city and a culture where your own behaviours are foreign.

Wilbur Wants To Kill Himself - arthousey, admittedly, but beautifully portrayed account of mental illness and being "jolted therefrom" by real life.

* two films both guaranteed to have me in tears at the end. For reference, I'm a 30-odd year old bloke.
(Eds Meds Mathskillz=1,Socialskillz=0, Fri 18 Jul 2008, 11:00, 2 replies)

Don't worry mate
I'm a bloke and When Harry Met Sally is my favourite film! Don't fuck with Mr Zero!
( Raindance Work is inversely proportional to post-count, Fri 18 Jul 2008, 11:27, closed)

you should
come round. We'd get on. I'd like to chuck Cinema Paradiso on to the pile though.
( I have run out of coke is a little sweaty, Fri 18 Jul 2008, 13:01, closed)