Yankee Zulu

Yankee Zulu

Two South African boys, one white, Rhino, and one black, Zulu, go their separate ways after an incident. Many years later, they meet up again as adults, when one, after living for years in the United States, is now a wanted criminal. The two end up being a part of a madcap chase involving a check for a large amount of lottery money, pursued by Gen. Diehard and Rhino's ex-wife Rowena, who was the cause of the rift between the two protagonists.

As children, Rhino and Zulu were best friends, until an incident causes them to go their separate ways. They meet up again as adults when Zulu, who has spent years in the United States, has... . You can read more in Google, Youtube, Wiki

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shad c (de) wrote: I freakin loved this movie. What is up with people and their crappy reviews. Crappy movies get good ratings and good movies get crappy ratings. I guess to get a good rating a movie need 100 F-bombs and tons of sexual jokes.

Aaron V (it) wrote: Cheaper by the Dozen 2 is even worse than the first

Vtor M (nl) wrote: Muito idealismo, crime, paixo ciume e uns actores assim pro fraquito.a historia ate podia ser boa mas a realizao no ajudou muito.

Justin B (it) wrote: The first scraped by as semi decent B-grade schlock but this one is truly awful. Boring characters, boring plot, little snake action.

Kris W (es) wrote: "Welcome to disorganized crime" The Story of Made features Bobby (Jon Favreau) and Ricky (Vince Vaughn), two aspiring boxers with limited mob connections. Given the opportunity to handle a job for L.A. mob boss Max (Peter Falk), Bobby and Ricky find themselves in New York where they take part in a low-level money-laundering scheme. Without a moment of rest, the two men embark on an adventure that has them enjoying the robust nightlife and interfacing with the underbelly of the New York wannabe crime world. Also features Famke Janssen as Favreau's g/f, Sean Combs as the Y contact, Sam Rockwell as the bellboy, as well as seven then Sopranos cast members, most notabely Vincent Pastore. Ricky Slade: You wanna bet me that I can't get a gun? Bobby: You couldn't even get a handjob from the bridge and tunnel posse at the club last night! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ricky Slade: We need guns. Bobby: We don't need guns. Ricky Slade: I'm telling you man, I'm pretty sure we need guns. Bobby: I listened to them and they specifically said we don't need guns. Ricky Slade: That's all the more reason why you do need a gun. Bobby: You couldn't even get a gun. Ricky Slade: You wanna bet, you wanna bet me if I could get a gun? Bobby: You couldn't get a handjob from the bridge and tunnel posse. Ricky Slade: That's because that fuckin' girl had issues with the bathtub and the other thing. Now float me a hundred bucks. Bobby: For what? Ricky Slade: You wanna see how fast I can get a gun? Bobby: What happened to your money? Ricky Slade: I have it, I have some stuff left. Bobby: How much? Ricky Slade: I've got like 80. Bobby: $80! Ricky Slade: 80 plus five, I've got five in the room, $85. Bobby: $85, what happened to the 1500? Ricky Slade: Well you could have picked up a fuckin' tab once in a while! Bobby: I picked up half the fuckin' tab! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ruiz: [to Ricky] And who the fuck told you Red Dragon? Ruiz: [to Horace] You fat motherfucker. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ricky Slade: [to Jim the Driver] [rolls window up] Ricky Slade: Takin' a time out from you, Jimbo. Bobby: That's not cool. Ricky Slade: I don't want him fuckin' looking at me all the time. Bobby: I don't want him to think your fuckin' blowing me. Ricky Slade: You're so fucking wierd. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chloe: Isn't it fun? Ricky Slade: What's that, sweetie? Chloe: Isn't it fun? Ricky Slade: What's that? Chloe: Isn't it fun? Ricky Slade: What fun? Chloe: Isn't it fun to paint? Ricky Slade: To paint? Yeah, I love it! Really calms me down. Frogs aren't purple by the way. Have you ever seen a purple frog? Chloe: Yes. Ricky Slade: Yeah. Okay, when? When you were asleep? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ricky Slade: Excuse me, what, you don't have to hit me. Excuse me. Bernardo: What? Ricky Slade: I'm sweeping, you don't have to hit me with your whip. What do you have a horse outside, don't hit me with the whip please. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ricky Slade: I don't know why we don't get a drink, sittin' inside this place. Bobby: Chloe wanted to come here. Ricky Slade: She doesn't know where the hell she is, Bob. She'd have more fun if we were at Bordner's. She could play the trivia game that she likes or the little racing game thing she does . Bobby: She's a little girl, little girls don't like going to bars. Ricky Slade: We had fun. We went to bars when we were kids. Met all the different people. Right? Remember Slimmy? Salesperson: Excuse me sir, there's no smoking in here. Ricky Slade: Why, you serving food? Salesperson: No, it's store policy. And you can't sit at a station without purchasing a ceramic. Ricky Slade: You believe this shit. I can't sit at a station without purchasing a ceramic. Well, why don't you bring me a ashtray then. Can I color me that, a ceramic ashtray? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ruiz: Don't "easy Ruiz" me, you turned an Easter egg hunt into a butt-fuck-a-thon. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Ricky tries to convince Bob they should get a gun] Ricky Slade: Here's scenario B for you Bob, see how you feel about this one. Now I don't know if you've noticed this or not, but I think I'm starting to get under Ruiz's skin as well, OK? It all started with the whole Red Dragon, or the Welsh guy, whatever, they can play it down all they want but you know 200 grand's a lot of fucking money! It's a fucking lot of money! OK? 200 grand is definitely a lot of fucking money! And now I've got Ruiz calling me fucking Fruit-Pie the fucking magician! Tellin' me that I can't fucking call my main man Max, who fucking sent me out on the fucking operation? And what about the Welsh guy? He's fucking scat all over, they fucking disappear and talk! And you haven't noticed this either but when he's not fucking looking at me or you're fucking doing whatever, I've got fucking Jimmy in the mirror with his shit too. It's fucking coming at me from here, I don't know where it is! It might be coming this way, it might be coming that way, but the fucking shit's coming and I'm not gonna be late for the fucking dance man, I'm not gonna be fucking late for the dance on this one. Bobby: You're not getting a gun. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ricky Slade: We're gonna take a break from you Jimmy. [Rolls up window in limo] Bobby: Could you not do that? Ricky Slade: Do what? Bobby: I don't want him to think that you're blowing me back here. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ricky Slade: You must be the 'Red Dragon'! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ricky Slade: Here's what I'm gonna ask of you... We're going to be spending the night in New York, so it worked out well for all of us. I want you to take it back to the business class, I want you to round up a couple of honeys... At our hotel room we're gonna have kind of a pool party. California gangster-style, you know what I mean? Kick ass pool party thing. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ricky Slade: Yeah, that's my per diem, and who do I give it to? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ricky Slade: Yeah, that's my per diem. So who do I give it to? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ricky Slade: OK, Bob, you knocked the Jew's tooth out, right? That's gonna cost Max 8 grand, maybe more than 8 grand. You probably lost him his whole line of clientele too. Plus, you've been fucking up Jess' dancing. Now I think he knows I sold the fucking carpet van, he's been giving me looks and shit which leads to that, OK? Now he can't kill us in Los Angeles cause there's a lot of questions there right? But all of a sudden he flies us out to New York City to do a drop? We don't know what the fuck the drop is, OK? But if we disappeared out here, there's no fucking questions involved in that. There's no questions if we disappear. LA, questions, drop out here, not a lot of questions! Bobby: How do you come up with this shit? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [after a pottery clerk throws an ashtray on his table] Ricky Slade: There's a nice way to do that! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Tipping a waitress] Ricky Slade: Here's 50 bucks, take this in case I get drunk and call you a bitch later. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Ricky holds some thugs at bay with a pistol] Thug: His gun is a fucking starter pistol! I can see the red plug in your fucking barrel! Ricky Slade: Listen to me, I intentionally make this gun look that way because I am smart. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ricky Slade: Did you just let SCREECH in the fucking club? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Outside of club, Dustin Diamond walks up] Doorman: You look big man, you been liftin'? Dustin Diamond: Hey thanks, yeah a little bit. I got a 6 pack, started out with a 40! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bobby: You're running around like a Puerto Rican on the fifteenth of the month! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ricky Slade: What are you an odds maker? You're going to work everyone through this thing here? Let me tell you something, fucko, if that motherfucker right there don't take that knife away from my friend's neck, I'll use all six shots to make sure you're dead. Now do you believe it? Do you fucking believe it? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ricky Slade: Excuse me Honey, umm, where the drinks are concerned, is that a hidden tax? Does that fall under complementary up front service as well or is that something you pay for? Flight Attendent: Oh no, no, they're complementary. Would you care for another one? Ricky Slade: They're complementary? Flight Attendent: Yes. Ricky Slade: You bet your ass I would. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ricky Slade: Hey Jimmy, you got my pager number? Jim the Driver: No, what is it? Ricky Slade: I don't know, I was kinda hoping you knew. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ricky Slade: You got an ash tray? How about an ash tray? Can I color me that? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chloe: Isn't it fun? Ricky Slade: Isn't what fun? Chloe: Isn't it fun? Ricky Slade: What? Isn't WHAT fun? Chloe: Painting. Isn't it fun? Ricky Slade: Oh yeah... I love it. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bobby: Asshole-ay. Ricky Slade: Did you hear that? What do ya think of that? Huh? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ricky Slade: And I hope you know frogs aren't purple, you ever seen a purple frog? [Chole nods] Ricky Slade: Oh yeah? When? When you where asleep? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [after being yelled at] Ricky Slade: Well, that's one way to deal with people... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ricky Slade: A lot going on. But there always is, isn't there? A lot going on. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ricky Slade: [at Chuck E. Cheese's for Chloe's birthday party when all of the kids have run off and Chuck E. Cheese has come by the table] Ah, there you are. Where were ya five minutes ago, buddy, when the kids were goin' crazy? Huh? Now ya show up? Ok, mousey, I'm tryin' to do a little business here. [pulls out money and hands it to the mouse] Ricky Slade: Go run around the parking lot or something. Will ya? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ricky Slade: [getting dropped off at motel by Bobby] Be right up sweetie. Bobby: Isn't that the wife from the house? Ricky Slade: You know how I do. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ricky Slade: Fucking embarrassing - gotta ride around town on a motorcycle with a guy who doesnt have a fucking shirt on. Bobby: Suck it up. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ricky Slade: We don't wanna talk, we wanna scream at people, but we don't wanna listen or problem solve and that's what's frustrating about the fucking dynamic of the group -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ricky Slade: How about me coach? Did I always have heart? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ricky Slade: I'm a tall drink of water, I gotta stretch my shit out.

Sylvester K (es) wrote: I hope I am not the only person not offended by this. Despite the controversies, it's not as bad as his other films, content wise. I actually laughed at the crude jokes, but at most I cringed. It deserves a watch, just once and wash your eyes after!

Daniel L (ca) wrote: a mentally handicapped kevin bacon is far more disturbing than it is entertaining.

James A (us) wrote: Does it get stranger than this? If so, let me know, I want to see it. The only film I have ever seen that is in the same league as Eraserhead.

Shawn W (br) wrote: Brutal serial killer is tracked by a local high school football star before and after he is electricuted in an electric chair. Often completely ridiculous and gets more so as it goes. Topping the list is a prison guard who decides to perform mouth-to-mouth resussitation on the apparently unconscious killer on his death row walk to the electric chair. Film starts off on a high note with the Paul Stanley-Desmond Child title track and goes down from there. Liked the high school football team's concussion protocol, which consisted of the question "are you ok?" - correct for the times.

Muffin M (de) wrote: I own this on DVD in a four movie pack along with:* Lethal Weapon 2 (1989)* Lethal Weapon 3 (1992)* Lethal Weapon 4 (1998)

Guy W (es) wrote: Moral of the story: It's ok for white people to be ninjas.

Mark B (ag) wrote: Majestic and haunting

Fran H (gb) wrote: If you haven't had enough "good robots gone bad" movies yet, here's another one for you. I'm a Will Smith fan, so I suppose that adds another star or two to my ratings. I found the first half to be pretty good and interesting, but the second half just breaks down into a mess of fighting bad robots. And when Will fights an entire army of robots single-handed and wins, that just made me throw up my hands on this one. A decent futuristic action flick, nothing too deep, though it falls apart in the second half.

David P (jp) wrote: Nice contrast from the 1933 original. CGI a little over done. It's good

Joshua L (us) wrote: it had cool characters and awesome gun fights but the story along with some boring shit jus ruins it. It's also fairly corny at times.

lloyd s (au) wrote: What the hell people!!!! This is a classic!!!!!