Particularly, the scene where she comes home from food shopping to find her entire family gunned down by Gary Oldman and his marauding gang of Rasta Cops. Maintaining her calm, she steadily walks past her door, where her asshole father's blood leaks out into the hall, down to the end, where Leon, who she had been getting milk for, lives. She knocks on the door, desperately asking to be let in, so that even though you know that there's still another hour and a half of the movie, and that she's not gonna die right then, you feel fucking scared for.
Dude, she was twelve when she filmed it. What were you doing when you were twelve?
HOLLYWOOD CENTURY, 1988: In which the mindless destruction and brutality that have defined the 1980s in cinema attain artistic perfection - Speaking entirely personally, you understand, I'd be quick to identify the 1980s as the worst decade in the history of American filmmaking (though I recog...
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