Klaus Gerecht simply recalled the risky bellyflop
manoeuvre he had seen and coolly thought to himself: "I could do that.
Seeing James doing a halfnaked bellyflop
And then it all started to go wrong, from the stylish but stodgy Jackie Brown to the overblown manga mashups of Kill Bill 1 and 2, and the bellyflop
of Death Proof two years ago.
is so very terrible that when it clumsily bellyflops
to an end we can all start to realise that we need - and deserve - much better TV than that.
After a few near bellyflops
and wader fillups, we had finally made the adjustments and settled back in, As our luck would have it, the only group that worked for the next 30 minutes resulted in loud volley, but no floating ducks.
But I've never seen my cat break down in tears, even when I force him to do bellyflops
Hemingway consoles Fitzgerald about the size of his penis in a visually hilarious sequence (Jason's deadpan timing is topnotch); Erik Satie bellyflops
onto the floor from a ladder as part of a music recital, and the ensuing chaos foreshadows the hallucinatory altercations of The Salon's climax.
Lane County commissioners have done enough tax-levy bellyflops
in recent years that it only makes sense they're contemplating a different way of getting into the election waters this November.
Suddenly this doe comes running in and just bellyflops
into the pond and starts drinking.
The bartender bangs the set with a bottle of Miller Lite, and the set switches to broadcasting "Sumo High Dive," in which a rotund sumo wrestler bellyflops
into a pool.
Suffice to say, its occupant, Christopher Lloyd, adopts human form and moves in, passing himself off as Daniels' Uncle Martin, and from here the plot bellyflops
through a series of "been there seen that" morphing effects as Hurley and the "mad scientist" (Dr E Coleye, bad pun fans) attempt to expose Martin, Daniels realises he really fancies pig-tailed camerawoman Daryl Hannah, and Lloyd attempts to top even the worst of his past manic mugging excesses but amazingly comes a poor second in the irritation stakes to his computer generated space suit which has a life - and mentally defective gagwriter - of its own.
Predictable to a treacly fault, there's some routine laughs to be had from Walters doing trademark mouthiness and Blethyn her familiar whiny mouse bit, but patter and snifrovoking hugs can only get you so far, especially when a contrived sub-plot involvi ng a barely developed Kris Kristofferson as the gentleman cowboy who provides them both with a life-changing experience, simply bellyflops
splat in the middle of the film.