I'm a ventriloquist. When I go home with my dummy I sometimes have full conversations with him & sometimes tiny arguments. Bit worried about myself. History of mental illness in my family as well.
One of the greatest shots in action-cinema history: this nearly 3-minute oner tracking in Hard Boiled.
That elevator they get into isn’t real. While they’re talking, the set is being wiped clean of blood and reconfigured at lightning speed by the crew.
Me and a colleague are always taking the piss out of each other, nothing off limits or so I thought. He was telling me about his son winning Man of the Match at football and I blurted out "I'm surprised the little, fat cunt can run so much." Things are a bit awkward now.