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[iloveopera9]

VERDI with Ronald Pickup & Carla Fracci. Copyright ©️ Unknown

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Never Say Never Again 1983

[4operalove]

GIUSEPPE VERDI: Ronald Pickup & Carla Fracci

[ourbalancedlife]

[unwillingadventurer]

[moviesandmania]

END OF TERM (2021) Reviews of British art meets horror film

‘Death as art’ End of Term is a 2021 British horror film about a group of art students seemingly tormented by the lingering menace of a painter who had a disturbing vision fifty years prior. Directed by Mat Menony and Mark Murphy (Awaiting; The Crypt) from a screenplay written by John Paul Chapple (Bathory: Countess of Blood). The GCB Films-Goldfinch Studios-Premiere Picture-Solar Productions…

[kitmarlowe]

reading the thursday murder club i always pictured someone like ronald pickup (rip) playing ron and now they've gone and got pierce brosnan to play him so i just...can't see it at all

[anjaelle]

Warped | Pt. II

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Characters: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Black!Reader x Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia Summary: You're in the middle of what's possibly a CO2 fueled hallucination, and you're curious to see how long this lasts before you just kick the bucket. Warnings: Language Word Count: 2.4K a/n: My first attempt at a throuple with two different relationship dynamics. Kind of excited to see where this goes.

Part I | Masterlist | ꩜The Warped Mixtape ꩜

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You woke up in the passenger seat of a pickup truck, leaning your heavy head against the cool window. A power ballad you vaguely remember hearing in passing crooned softly through the radio speakers. The driver drummed on the steering wheel and you couldn't help but notice the way he hummed slightly off key.  

The downtown storefronts passed by in a slow neon and beige blur, so you shut your eyes to keep yourself from puking. 

“Hey! Look who decided to wake up!”

You groaned, taking a deep breath, “Sssshit.” 

You sat up in your seat, briefly glancing over to find the blonde man from the hotel regarding you with a raised brow. 

“Can’t handle the heat, huh?” He shook his head, “You’re lucky I’ve got these arms of steel and fast reflexes or you would’ve hit the ground like a bag of rocks.” 

He took the opportunity to flex his left arm that draped lazily over the steering wheel. It was nice to know the thrumming pang in your head wasn’t from a concussion. You instinctively reached for your phone in your pocket, only to find your car keys. 

“Ugh, where’s my phone?” You mumbled, searching your other pocket and coming up short.

You could feel him burning a hole into the side of your face every time he took his eyes off the road to look at you.

“Oh my god, what?”

“You keep babbling about bizarro shit, y’know. And a ‘thank you’ would’ve been kinda nice.” He rolled his eyes and turned the radio up louder, making your head pound even more. 

“Thank you,” you said, rubbing your temples, “for making sure I don’t crack my head open on the floor of your hotel. Because we both know you can’t afford the lawsuit.” 

He snorted good naturedly, which wasn’t the reaction you expected. But you were just glad he gave you the grace to be a bit of a bitch while you tried to get your wits together. 

“Sorry, um…” 

“Jake.” He finished for you.

“Sorry, Jake.” You apologized, “I’m just…it’s been a long day. I’m not trying to be a monster.” 

“You sure?” 

It was your turn to snort. The car’s AC wasn’t super strong, but it did feel significantly cooler than it did in the hotel. You hovered your hand over the fan and goosebumps raised along your forearms. 

“Ginny thought it’d be a good idea to take you on a drive in the cool air. AC’s busted in the staff room, so this was the only option. …Why’d you faint, anyway?” He asked. Less out of obvious concern and more out of abrasive curiosity. 

You shrugged, but kept your eyes trained on the road. “Too much to drink last night, I guess. I’m probably just dehydrated and hungover, or something.” 

He drummed his fingers on the wheel and tsked, “You girls never know how to handle your alcohol. You’ll go into another town for vacation, split a bottle of Johnny Walker. Next thing you know you’re practicing your mechanical bull techniques on the bartender-slash-front desk guy.”

There was silence between you, save Steven Tyler’s soaring falsetto crackling through the speakers.

“So you fuck the hotel guests.”

“Not all the guests,” he glanced at you and tried to hide his growing smirk, “just the hot ones.”

If vapes existed, you're sure he would've taken a hit of it now for emphasis. In lieu of a response, you watched the passing town outside of your window.

What was the last thing you remembered before blacking out? 

It’s 1989.

It couldn’t have been. Yeah, there were a bunch of old cars around. And people were speaking differently. And you can’t find your cell phone anywhere, and this town seems to pray at the altar of Ronald Reagan. Maybe you’re being kidnapped and brainwashed. Maybe you’re suffering from carbon monoxide poisoning and this is your vivid dream as death approaches.

That’s it. You were dreaming. Who cares if the sun beating down on you through the window felt all too real, and you could feel the vibrations of the radio through your skin? It was all fake. A complex hallucination. 

“Alright. C’mon, Olive Oyl.” The engine cut and you realized you’d pulled to a stop in front of a small pharmacy.

“Olive Oil?” 

“Always fainting? Needs a big, strong man to help her. Olive Oyl! You know.” He climbed out of his car before you had time to tell him his nickname sucked, and he needed to workshop a new one. You watched him round the front of the car and bang on the hood with his knuckle, “Chop, chop! Let’s fuckin’ go, Princess. Hurry up.” 

You felt your eye twitch. But you reluctantly complied, pushing the door open to climb out of the truck. He didn’t even wait for you to fully exit the car before he strode into the store and shut the door behind him. 

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The inside was freakishly clean and bright white. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a weird glow over everything in the store. If they were trying to mirror the unnerving feeling of walking into a doctor’s office, they nailed it. Or your dreams were very good at hyperrealism. If you were still buying that delusion, anyway. Your eyes scanned the shelves and you were faced with some products you’d never be able to pronounce. You wondered why you were even here to begin with. You probably should’ve asked before you got out of the car. 

“I don’t have time for this shit, Mick.” You heard Jake groan at the other end of the store. 

You heard laughter and someone drumming on a countertop, “C’mon, bro. Loosen the stick up your ass sometime.” 

In the brief time that you’d known Jake, you’d hardly classify him as the anal retentive type. Then again, he could've easily been putting up a front. 

“I’m just here for the prescriptions. That’s it.” 

"Don't tell me you're still upset about that girl--"

"AH AH!" Jake clapped, cutting the other guy off, "Prescriptions. Ixnay on the girl...thing."

There was a brief pause in the conversation as his friend opened some drawers and shuffled some objects around out of view. You peeked from behind a shelf to see Jake shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. Admittedly, it tickled you to see someone manage to break down his bravado. And with such little effort. As if sensing your questioning stare, he stopped shifting and turned to wink at you.

"Liking the view?"

"There's not much of a view to look at." You strolled to meet him at the counter.

"It's fine," he shrugged, leaning over with his elbows resting on the spotless linoleum countertop, "I'll be here when you stop living in denial."

Hearing you approach, Jake's friend popped up from behind a shelf and shot you a wide smile.

"Well that's a new face. What's up?" He tossed a white paper bag of pill bottles at Jake and extended a hand to you, "I'm Mickey."

You introduced yourself and shook his hand, "Nice to meet you. I like your shirt." You nodded at the intricately designed band tee peeking out from behind his lab coat and his eyes lit up.

"You like Mötley Crüe?"

"Aaand now we're leaving." Jake said grabbing you by the shoulders and guiding you away from the counter.

But Mickey hopped over the counter and fell into step beside you. "No offense, but you don't really look like the type."

"I don't like them. I do take offense. And you don't look like the type, either."

He chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair. Because of course he did. Now you understood how Mickey and Jake were friends.

"Touche."

Jake pretended to gag behind you, and released your shoulders to push the front door open. You were immediately smacked in the face with the desert heat. And when you swayed on your feet, you immediately reached out to grab someone's arm.

"Whoa, whoa, hey." Jake wrapped a strong arm around your waist and Mickey held onto your hand as the world seemed to spin around you.

You heard the echos of Justin Timberlake's SexyBack in the distance, and you furrowed your brows in confusion.

"What the hell?" You slurred.

"What?" "We didn't say anything." The boys said. You didn't even notice them carrying you back into the pharmacy until you were seated on a plush chair behind the counter.

You took slow breaths, resting your elbows on your knees as the music seemed to fade out of your consciousness.

"You guys don't hear that?"

They said nothing, but you strained to hear the last of the bass as it seemed to disappear entirely. You were thoroughly confused, you felt drunk, and you wanted to lie down. You were sure you looked insane to them. Mickey passed you a tiny dixie cup of water and you gave him a small smile in thanks.

"So..." Jake knocked on the counter and leaned on it in front of you, "What were you saying you heard?"

A deep sigh rushed out of you, "You're just gonna laugh at me."

Mickey snorted, "Maybe."

"I might. No promises."

"Then why the fuck would I tell you?" You whined, frustrated with the circumstances over the last 24 hours. You just wanted to go home. Fuck the desert.

They exchanged glances with one another and Jake nodded.

"Go ahead, crazy girl."

Mickey punched him, "Stop before she stabs you."

"I'm not going to stab anyone, and I'm not crazy...I don't think."

"You sound crazy to me." Jake grumbled.

You ignored their antics and weighed the options before sighing again.

"I'm from 2022. Well...technically 2023. I don't know anymore. One of them. It's supposed to be 2023 now. I drove here from another town trying to meet my friends. I stopped just to sleep, I woke up, and everyone's saying it's 1989. I'm--hallucinating. Clearly. Because I called my mom at the hotel, and my grandmother answered. But that's impossible, because my grandma died when I was a kid. And I know it was her, because she called my mom by her first name. But my mom was a teenager. And I can't find my fucking cell phone and my car isn't my car. All I have is this goddamn pager I don't even know how to use." You pulled it out of your pocket and flung it across the counter.

"I don't even understand what the hell is going on. And it's hot. And I'm tired. And I'm hearing Justin Timberlake in the middle of the desert. And I'm not even going to explain who that is, because I know you people won't know who he is for another 10 years. Or at least you'll pretend you don't know. Because apparently everyone here is in a goddamn cult, and I'm your latest victim. And at this point it's only been less than 24 hours but if this is your method of psychological torture, I'd rather you just take me out into the middle of nowhere and shoot me."

After you finally finished, the only other sound filling the silence was the 50's pop standard wafting through the speakers of the shop.

Jake semi-gently grabbed your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. His grip was stronger than you were used to, and you were not accustomed to random men touching your face. He raised his brows at you like someone talking to a child.

"Are you done now?"

You raised your brow at him and the way he seemed to try and condescend to you. The way he gripped your cheeks in his one hand was overly familiar, considering you only knew him for one day. You had mixed feelings about it. You pushed his hand away.

"Don't touch my face, I don't know where your nasty hands have been."

"You're hysterical," he said, holding back a smug grin, "Just a little desert mania, that's all."

You thought of arguing, but you knew it wasn't going to prove anything. Talking to him was useless. But you could see Mickey peering at you curiously out of the corner of your eye, so you directed your attention to him.

"Go ahead, ask me anything. You look like you might believe me."

Jake tossed his hands in the air and turned his back to the both of you, "I can't fucking believe this."

"Well, I mean..." Mickey's eyes shifted between the two of you. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans and leaned back against the counter, "If you're from the future--which would be fucking crazy--who's going to be our next president?"

You thought about it for a second. "It's Reagan now? George H.W. Bush is about to get sworn in right? And then after that, Bill Clinton, because George H.W. Bush is only getting one term. And then Bill will get two. Then George's son George W. Bush will get two terms--"

"She could just be making this up." Jake mumbled into his hand.

You rolled your eyes and huffed, crossing your arms. "Fine, ask me about something that'll happen later this year, if you think I'm lying."

He thought about it a little harder, but then Jake swiveled around and perked up.

"Who's gonna win the Super Bowl?"

You shuffled through your internal rolodex of meaningless sports shit your parents instilled in you. Any other time you wouldn't remember jack shit, but there was something specific about '89 that your dad was always raving about.

"Who's playing?" You asked, rolling the answer around in your head.

He laughed, "You don't know?"

"Just answer the question." You responded, cutting your eyes at him.

"The Bengals and the 49ers."

Oh!

"The 49ers are going to win," you said, tiredly, "Um...I know there will be a tie at half-time. And the score will be like, I don't know, 15-20 or 16-20. Or something."

Mickey raised his brows at you and then looked over at his friend, "Are you going to bet on this?"

Jake looked you over and worked his jaw in deep contemplation, "I'll bite, Crazy Girl. If you're right, I'll believe you. If you're wrong, I'm getting my money back from you and tossing you into the outskirts."

Oh wow, because that was the thing you cared most about. You slumped back in the chair, completely over being interrogated. Mickey sat on the arm beside you, gently nudging you with his elbow.

"If you're really from the future...do we have flying cars in 2023?"

"No."

He frowned, and you immediately wanted to fix it. It didn't look right on him. You nudged him back.

"But you can carry a whole library of music in your pocket on a portable device. And it's touchscreen."

He grinned at you and you felt your cheeks warm up, despite everything. At least someone was being nice to you.

"Sweet!" He said.

"Alright," Jake clapped once and pushed himself off the counter, "enough with the bullshit. I came for the drugs, now I gotta head back." He looked down at you and pursed his lips, "Can you walk, or do I gotta carry you?"

The thought of his hands on you made your eye twitch, so you pushed yourself up and spun around to show that you were alright.

"Great, get your ass moving," he said, pushing the counter door open so you could pass, "Because I wasn't gonna carry you."

"I wasn't gonna carry you." You mocked in a low voice with a slight southern twang as you passed him.

"Real mature."

[thealmightyemprex]

James Mason REview:Ivanhoe

So I was in the mood to watch the work of actor James Mason and decided to check out one of his later works Ivanhoe

In this 1982 TV movie King Richard (Julian Glover ) has returned from the CRusades and has teamed up with Robin Hood (DAvid Robb ) to take on three knights who work for Prince John(Ronald Pickup):Sir Reginald Front-de-Boeuf (John Rhyse Davies) who wants to extort Isaac of York (James Mason ),Sir Maurice de Bracy(STuart Wilson ) who wishes to marry Lady Rowena (Lysette Anthony ) and Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert (Sam Niel ) who is in mad lust for ISaacs daughter REbecca(Olivia Hussey )....Oh and there is a guy named Ivanhowe(Anthony Andrews),hes there too

SO I very much enjoy this movie despite it having a big flaw ....IN THAT IVANHOWE IS THE LEAST INTERESTIN?G PART .Oh Anthony Andrews plays him well,and he connects all these threads...He just isnt given enough focus .He is out of commission for most of the movie and honestly....I dont care about his story ,which is about him reconnecting with his father (Played by Michael Hordern )...PArtially cause the father is such a dick I dont care about him either ,cause the movie doesnt care either.The film is far more focused on the stuff around Ivanhowe that he feels like an after thought

That said I do like the movie.....Because the rest of it is so damn good .The action is solid from the jousting scenes to an assault on the villains castle by Richard and Robin Hood to a very eintense sword fight between Ivanhoe and Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert.I also like that the film really focuses on prejudice ,both the feud of the Normans and Saxxons but especially the hatred Isaac and REbecca face for being Jewish

The cast is alll superb (I mean Sam Niel,Stuart Wilson and John Rhyse Davies are the villains how can I not love that),Both George Innes and Tony Haygarth bring levity as Wamba the Fool and Friar Tuck rspectfully ,Michael Hordern is appropriatly pigheaded as Cedric , Wilson and Davies are sinister ,Phillip Locke is scene stealingly evil as the leader of the Knights Templar ,ROnald Pickup is slimey and David Robb is a solid Robin Hood (He also gets the funniest line )

The best performances however go to Julian Glover,James Mason ,Olivia Hussey ,and Sam Niel .Lets Start with Niel who is a solid villain :Arrogant ,obsessive ,creepy and yet there are levels to it ,fighting genuine guilt for his actions .Julian Glover is an actor I associate with bad guys so its fun to see him as a noble king .Olivia Hussey is great as REbecca,on par with Elizabeth Taylors performance in the 1952 film.I think the scene stealer of the movie is James Mason ,Mason while associated with lets say darker parts,had great versitility and when he had the chance could make a very sympathetic characters cause he can make the audience feel his pain

Ovewralll its a fun movie,and I think its on par with the 1952 film

@filmcityworld1 @angelixgutz @ariel-seagull-wings@amalthea9 @the-blue-fairie @themousefromfantasyland @theancientvaleofsoulmaking @scarletblumburtonofeastlondon @princesssarisa

[itsnothingbutluck]

CAST

Michael Hordern - King Lear

Frank Middlemass - Fool

Sarah Badel - Goneril

Penelope Wilton - Regan

Angela Down - Cordelia

Michael Jayston - Edmund

Ronald Pickup - Edgar

Ewan Hooper - Earl of Kent

Anthony Nicholls - Earl of Gloucester

John Shrapnel - Duke of Cornwall

Benjamin Whitrow - Duke of Albany

Donald Gee - Oswald

David Horovitch - Duke of Burgundy

David Neal - King of France

[trivialbob]

Sheila said I had an audience while I did a little more work in the front yard.

Though I was pretty much done mulching leaves for the season, yesterday’s strong winds spread enough crap on the lawn to make me want to take care of it. It may rain the next two days, and yard waste pickup is Thursday, so I figured I’d take care of it tonight.

I enjoy listening to a good podcast through my earbuds as I work in the yard. It makes time pass quickly. I managed to finish before the sub-5:00 PM sunset.

Coming inside after working in the cold give the house a warm and cozy feeling. I like these nights. I’d get the fireplace going, but Sheila is working one of her side jobs as an EMT at a hockey game. When her shift is over we’re going to meet at the neighborhood tavern and get the pizza of the month.

It’s an interesting sounding pizza, and I’m sure I’ll enjoy it. Hoisin ginger sauce, hoisin ginger marinated chicken breast, pickled cucumbers, spicy bacon, house cheese blend, drizzled with a GoChuJang aioli.

While I am waiting for Sheila to finish I’m watching Weird: The Al Yankovic Story, a parody of a documentary. “Yankovik counts among his fans Ronald Reagan, Pope John Paul, even international drug lord Pablo Escobar calls Weird Al his favorite musician.” Hah.

I’m halfway through and like it a lot. Daniel Radcliffe plays a young Weird Al. Rainn Wilson is Dr. Demento. Jack Black does a good Wolfman Jack.

As a kid I used to tape record Dr. Demento’s show from the radio. I just looked up something about that and was reminded that the show had been on the Westwood One Radio Network. That’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time. It brought back memories of my tiny, battery powered AM radio with a one-ear plastic earphone. I loved Werid Al songs and the other Dr. Demento played. So this movie is fun to watch.

[byneddiedingo]

Sean Connery, Alec Baldwin, and Scott Glenn in The Hunt for Red October (John McTiernan, 1990) Cast: Alec Baldwin, Sean Connery, Scott Glenn, Sam Neill, James Earl Jones, Joss Ackland, Richard Jordan, Peter Firth, Tim Curry, Courtney B. Vance, Stelban Skarsgård, Jeffrey Jones. Screenplay: Larry Ferguson, Donald E. Stewart, based on a novel by Tom Clancy. Cinematography: Jan de Bont. Production design: Terence Marsh. Film editing: Dennis Virkler, John Wright. Music: Basil Poledouris. What to make of the fact that the KGB man assigned to be "political officer" on the Red October (and swiftly offed by the defecting captain) is named Putin? Coincidence, but one of the things that make John McTiernan's film of Tom Clancy's blockbuster novel The Hunt for Red October still relevant. The film turns on the perpetual dilemma summed up in the oxymoronic Russian proverb that Ronald Reagan turned into a foreign policy, "Trust, but verify." This first Jack Ryan movie is a bit overplotted and occasionally slow to generate the tension a thriller needs, but it has weathered the fall of the Soviet Union better than a lot of stories about the Cold War, and having a character named Putin (though he's Ivan, not Vladimir) with a background similar to the current Russian strongman's does tickle the imagination a bit. The best thing about the film itself is its casting. Even though this was Alec Baldwin's only outing as Jack Ryan (he was replaced by a bigger box-office draw, Harrison Ford, in the next two Tom Clancy movies, Philip Noyce's 1992 Patriot Games and 1994 Clear and Present Danger, and the role has been played by Ben Affleck, Chris Pine, and John Krasinski), Baldwin gets the souped-up everyman quality of the role right. But he's overshadowed -- as who isn't? -- by Sean Connery, as well as by those two Actors Who Make Every Movie They're in a Little Better: Sam Neill and Scott Glenn. The fantasy of Neill's Capt. Borodin is one of the screenplay's high points: "I will live in Montana and I will marry a round American woman and raise rabbits, and she will cook them for me. And I will have a pickup truck and maybe even a recreational vehicle." It makes the character's dying words, "I would like to have seen Montana," an unexpectedly poignant moment for an action thriller. Glenn similarly finds the humanity within a character who could be just a stereotype, the tough-talking cowboy with an empathetic streak that keeps him from shooting first and asking questions later.

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Sean Connery and Alec Baldwin pose for a photo between takes on the set of The Hunt For Red October, 1990

[the-firebird69]

They used to be an analogy to vehicles but it was looser I think this year will be looser the next year this is just one phase of the revolutionary war and civil war and they're saying it's true. This golf car is old and it's 2013 it has only a few miles about 40,000 but it was used by Ronald de Rudy and he abused and he would over rev he would overwhelm it and idle high and it's not very bright that's why. He also would hit bumps and potholes and not care and he was a mean person and didn't care about these cuz he had money but he couldn't get a replacement but it was a jerk and he's doing it now so he's treating him like the golf and so people said I wonder what's going on in the Gulf it's a bunch of crabs and we get that so it's simple cold we know it but we we don't think it's that car and Kathy had one but that was French and this is like a German design on the top and like a Chinese find them which is what the gulf is. And you don't really want him driving around wasting gas so we looked it up in this airhead has been planning to get it over to him for a long time and I'm not sure how and it would be cheesman pretending he's dead no he would be gone and he be acting like his own character even though he be inside Trump's body so this is what people think will happen but Frankie we don't care for it at all regardless of his opinion and cheesman's opinion and so on we just don't like it we don't want to go through it we don't think that it is a decent idea and it's not a decent vehicle and we do have proof that is not inadequate shape it would fall out of alignment three or four times a year we can see bent some steering mechanisms and the oil pan is dented and at least there's a few other things that make it inappropriate yeah these people are damned annoying so we're going forwards with that concept that it is obsolete and he says I can just sell it there's no reason not to and doesn't have money for insurance doesn't have money for another place and there's no sense and holding on to it and a whole bunch of losers would come flying out of everywhere that's one thing that would do it would produce losers everywhere so we are contemplating doing that and we have a bunch of ways of getting that done you need to say that we are going to probably stop them from doing it and we don't want to hear from them about it it's really rude so there are other vehicles that are like that that are German in nature they don't have to be German and like a pickup truck didn't have a cover on it though so he's saying it's probably more like some sort of pickup truck and Hyundai has one but they're brand new and expensive but that's what people are thinking they think it might be that vehicle

Thor Freya

Olympus

So they go nuts and they go down there and they talk to people and it's a big huge fight and it's because they are blithering idiots

Hera

[ulkaralakbarova]

Two street basketball hustlers try to con each other, then team up for a bigger score. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Sidney Deane: Wesley Snipes Billy Hoyle: Woody Harrelson Gloria Clement: Rosie Perez Rhonda Deane: Tyra Ferrell Robert: Cylk Cozart Junior: Kadeem Hardison George: Ernest Harden Jr. Walter: John Marshall Jones Raymond: Marques Johnson T.J.: David Roberson Zeke: Kevin Benton Dwight ‘The Flight’ McGhee: Nigel Miguel Willie Lewis: Duane Martin Self: Bill Henderson Self: Sonny Craver Self: Jon Hendricks Tony Stucci: Eloy Casados Frank Stucci: Frank Rossi Duck Johnson: Freeman Williams Eddie ‘The King’ Faroo: Louis Price Himself: Alex Trebek Reggie: Reggie Leon Etiwanda: Sarah Stavrou Tad: Reynaldo Rey Lanei: Lanei Chapman Real Estate Agent: Irene Nettles Tanya: Torri Whitehead Alisa: Lisa McDowell The Bank: Dion B. Vines Malcolm: David Maxwell Tournament Announcer: Bill Caplan Tournament Referee: Richard James Baker Big Guy’s Girlfriend: Amy Golden Little Guy’s Girlfriend: Jeanette Srubar Sponsor: Zandra Hill Sponsor: Fred P. Gregory Pickup Truck Driver: Carl E. Hodge Ruben: Ruben Martinez Oki-Dog Businessman: Gary Lazer Yolanda: Donna Howell Jake: Don Fullilove Jeopardy! Announcer: Johnny Gilbert Dr. Leonard Allen: Leonard A. Oakland Rocket Scientist: Allan Malamud Dressing Room Staffer: Jeanne McCarthy Cop: John Charles Sheehan Leon: Gregg Daniel Gambler: Carl A. McGee NBA Announcer: Chick Hearn NBA Announcer: Stu Lantz Ballplayer: Ronald Beals Ballplayer: Joe Metcalf Ballplayer: Mahcoe Moore Ballplayer: Mark Hill Ballplayer: Eric Kizzie Ballplayer: Chalmer Maddox Ballplayer: Leroy Michaux Ballplayer: Joseph Duffy Ballplayer: Pete Duffy Ballplayer: Gary Moeller Ballplayer: Daniel Porto Ballplayer: Lester Hawkins Ballplayer: Jeffrey Todd Film Crew: Producer: Don Miller Director: Ron Shelton Producer: David V. Lester Editor: Kimberly Ray Director of Photography: Russell Boyd Editor: Paul Seydor Costume Design: Francine Jamison-Tanchuck Production Design: J. Dennis Washington Art Direction: Roger G. Fortune Executive Producer: Michele Rappaport Casting: Victoria Thomas Unit Production Manager: Ed Milkovich Set Decoration: Robert R. Benton Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Gregg Rudloff Makeup Department Head: Stephanie Cozart Burton Hair Department Head: Sterfon Demings Makeup Artist: Patricia Messina Hairstylist: Kenneth Walker Second Assistant Director: Robert J. Metoyer First Assistant Director: Richard Alexander Wells Sound Editor: Patrick Bietz ADR Editor: Barbara J. Boguski Sound Editor: Robert Bradshaw Sound Re-Recording Mixer: David E. Campbell Sound Editor: Larry Carow Foley Editor: Bill Dannevik Foley Editor: Michael Dressel Supervising Sound Editor: Gordon Ecker Supervising Sound Editor: Bruce Fortune Sound Mixer: Kirk Francis Foley Editor: Leslie Gaulin Sound Editor: Howell Gibbens ADR Editor: Holly Huckins ADR Mixer: Doc Kane Sound Editor: John Kwiatkowski Sound Editor: Kimberly Lowe Voigt Sound Editor: Anthony Milch ADR Editor: Michele Perrone Sound Re-Recording Mixer: John T. Reitz Foley Editor: Steve Richardson Sound Editor: Steve Schwalbe Foley Editor: Shawn Sykora Sound Editor: Richard E. Yawn Stunts: Gary Baxley Stunts: Simone Boisseree Stunts: Mike Johnson Stunt Coordinator: Julius LeFlore Stunts: Scott Leva Casting Associate: Jory Weitz Costume Supervisor: Betty Jean Slater Camera Operator: Mike Benson Steadicam Operator: Michael Meinardus Gaffer: Patrick Murray Grip: Mark Pearson Grip: Ty Suehiro Grip: Clay H. Wilson Grip: Edmond Wright Movie Reviews: