What Movie Character Best Describes You?
 

Have you ever had someone say a TV or movie character could have been based upon you? This came up recently came up in a pm with SG. In my mind, I picture myself as Mark Harmon's character in NCIS. Unfortunately, most of my subordinates swear the Sergeant Major (played by Sam Elliot) in "We were Soldiers" is me in real life.

A couple of quotes from my character:
"Gentlemen prepare to defend yourselves!"
"What are you, the fucking weather man?"

Ever seen Days of Wine and Roses?

*snort*

If the lead in The Lost Weekend had been female...that would be me.

2 alcoholic characters and a mean ole son of a bitch. We're not a very pleasant lot are we?

I picture Gravdigr as Bluto in Animal House. Is Merc really Trapper John or perhaps Duke from MASH (the book, not the TV series)?

UG is totally Charles from MASH (series, not the movie) You can make your own guess as to who is Hotlips.

In my mind: detective Arthur P. Dietrich on Barney Miller.

In reality: Cliff Clavin

Cliff. *snicker*

Me: Apple Annie

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I've been told I am "The Dude" from Big Lebowski, although it's been years since I was in top form for that role.

I use to get "Major Dad" because I sort of looked like him back in the 90's, now all I get is Col. Kurtz.

7of9 from the Borg.;) Except mine are bigger

Matty Walker, only I'm WAY WAY WAY hotter. :rolleyes:

I'm a cross between Howard Cunningham and Kramer.

A guy I bartended with back in the day called me Diane. He was, of course, Woody. :)

FTFY

In my mind: Pepper Potts (Gwyneth Paltrow's character) from Iron Man/Iron Man 2.

In reality: "This one time, at band camp..."

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i would have to be mel gibson in air america. or robert downy jr. kinda a cross between the two would be more appropriate :)

Is that because your are a cross dresser or a poser?

Ugly John the Gas Passer.

For me? Hmm. Lara Croft ... from the games, not the movie, thanks much.

When I was sixteen a friend used to say I was just like Diane.
I had enough sense to be insulted.

When I lived with two major-league Friends fans, they thought I was just like Phoebe.
I wasn't offended, just completely baffled. You can ask Limey & Dana, that is nothing like me IRL. Proof positive - watching too many episodes of Friends warps your view of the real world.

I love Phoebe. My 21 year old niece acts like her too. It's that quirky brain, which is a big compliment.

There's a Seinfeld scene where Elaine is staying on Jerry's parent's hide-a-bed, with a big bar in the middle as those beds go. She's ticked off and tossing and flipping and jerking about...my ex goes "hey, that's you."

My friend and I had fun with the Diane/Woody thing. Of course he wasn't dumb like Woody and I wasn't a snot like Diane. I saw him last year, manager of a home store, and he came up and said "Diane?" I was like "Woody?" It's been over 20 years since we worked together.

A couple of people have told me I used to be a little like Honey-bunny/Yolanda from Pulp Fiction. Or rather, that they could see me playing that role. Particularly the cafe scene;p



I dunno who I am like really. But I reckon if me and Sundae were to be involved in a terrible merging accident a la The Fly, we'd end up as Miranda :p

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Oh wow, I'd forgotten Tim Roth did that role in Pulp Fiction. I've been watching him recently in the TV series Lie to Me, very strange juxtaposition of characters. :)

I watched the first couple of episodes of that. Bit shaky, but interesting. Does it get better as it goes on?

omg yeah, HunnyBunny for sure. That movie is burned into my memory so I see the scene without even clicking on it. Almost kinda have it memorized. That's great.

I don't know who that other person is, but I see the merge effect of you and Sundae.

I missed a lot of the first season, and picked it back up in season two. It's enjoyable, but I wouldn't say I'm bouncing to watch the next episode or anything. The individual plots of each episode are very good, interesting twists and all that, but the character development is pretty spotty. One episode two characters have a budding romance, the next episode they hate each other, and not a hell of a lot shown to explain it.

But it is fun to watch Roth play his little eccentric self.

Back when I wore my hair long, I had a number of comments about my resemblance to Steven Seagal. I was flattered, 'ooo, someone thinks I'm a movie star", but there was this one fellow at the bar who would not be dissuaded. He was *certain* that I was merely trying to bluff to keep the paparazzi away. I sure hope he didn't drive home.

I thought on this for a moment. There is definitely a Bluto-esque facet to my existence. However, staying with the Animal House analogy, D-Day would be more accurate, in a broader sense.

My take: Gravdigr: One part D-Day, one part The Dude, one part Kramer, with a dash of Lou Grant, and a pinch of George Costanza.



Strictly Cellar-speaking:

Gravdigr = Donny Kerabatsos

Most of the rest of The Cellar = Walter Sobchak

"Shut the fuck up, Gravdigr."

Hey gravdigr....shut the fuck up man ;p

Tonight, I am "The Punisher".

you're asleep already, huh?

Not yet!!!! How could I punish and torture you with your desire to respond to my posts if I was asleep.

Interestingly, in an unrelated conversation (about cellphone ringtones, as it happens) a friend of mine said, "Yours should be Tomb Raider.

She did not know about this thread.

If we're talking songs and if I were going to have a song for my ringtone (no chance), mine would be Bulletproof by Le Roux.

Samwise Gamgee

Susan Sarandon in "Thelma and Louise." Ringtone: "A Change Would do you Good," by Sheryl Crowe.

Jane Craig, Broadcast News

mixed with

Scout, To Kill a Mockingbird

Whenever I see the Vampire Diaries commercial and see Nina Dobrev, I think of Jinx.

( We miss you )

Today I'm Sid the Sloth from Ice Age.

If there were not a need for a ring of keys to get in and around the nuthouse, I might be red stapler guy ...

Last night on the way home I was Dennis Weaver's character in Spielberg's made-for-TV movie Duel.

To get onto the interstate, I take a street that merges onto the I from the left. This is also where the interminable construction is. It's usually running slow through there. I'm a great merger. I assess the situation and decide if there is a place to slip in or if I should wait until someone lets me in. Like I said, it's moving slow there, no biggie. For some reason, people bust into that lane from the right and almost cause collisions often. I don't know if there's a sign previous saying that traffic merges from the left. I mean, we really have no choice. We're not trying to get anything over on somebody, or get just one car ahead so as to seem superior. We're just getting on the road!

Last night there was a clear entrance between some cars up front and a semi that was slowly moving forward. Plenty of room. Mr Semi Guy didn't like it. He then crossed over so no OTHER cars dared pull in front of him. He came barreling up to me when the traffic picked up and when it suddenly slowed again (as it does EVERY freaking night) he almost hit me. He lays on his horn and was riding the brake and the gas...to scare me I guess. Um, have you met me?

Whuddever. A man who was obviously with a group of similarly marked landscaping trucks was trying to get in, from the right, and signalled. I waved him in. Mr Crazy Semi man went ballistic! I really thought he was just going to run me over for being courteous. He seemed to jack knife a bit. (Hit me, I think. I pay off my car with plenty left over for something that will get me back and forth.) We slowed again. He screams out his window "YOU FUCKING BITCH." WTF? I really had done nothing wrong except stepped on his ego that is his penis that comes in the shape of a big old semi. I obeyed all traffic rules.

Well you know me, I'd be right at home in NYC or the like. I yelled back "FUCK YOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUU." The funniest thing was this construction guy on the other side of the retaining wall just busted out laughing at me. Like he thought maybe the girl in the little yellow hippy beetle wouldn't have it in her to yell like a taxi driver. I think he thought it was awesome. I chuckled.

Traffic broke up, as it always does EVERY night, and I scooted on way ahead of him with little effort. I waved goodbye (my smartass is gonna get me shot someday) and made my way far ahead of him. If he was bitching on the radio no one took heed because all the normal truckers were courteous and, well, normal.

He was way behind me when I looked in the mirror and saw cop lights approximately where he would be. I hope he got pulled over. They announced that they were going to beef up patrol on the interstate because for a while at least 3 times a week semis were jack-knifing and turning over and causing injuries and heartache.

Still, this morning, thinking of Duel...I kept my eyes out for an old-timey Semi, painted in a lovely primer gray, sounding like a dying calf in a hailstorm, with some maniac driving and drooling and trailing me...the truck's grill looking like Christine's older hillbilly cousin. *shudder*

It was kinda fun. ;)

Sasha Grey probably