Comments on: If I Was In ‘Fried Green Tomatoes’

By: Sherry

Sherry — Tue, 15 Aug 2006 16:25:33 +0000

You all missed the point. It’s the action that Kathy Bates took, we all at one time or another would love to act out what it going on in our mind but we don’t because it is not politically correct! That was the beauty of it, somebody did what we all wished we could do.

By: That Girl

That Girl — Tue, 15 Nov 2005 17:25:54 +0000

I was gonna say, in Jersey she wouldve had the spirit of it right. My damn neighbor came home drunk and hit my car parked in the street THREE times and got insurance to cover it. In case you’re wondering, my insurance went up too. Of course. @#$% Jersey. But his insurance bill :::laughs evilly::: I hope his wife knows CPR.

By: nic

nic — Tue, 15 Nov 2005 13:11:34 +0000

It’s almost like you are the James Caan of “Misery” – forced to write blog after blog, day after day. There is no escape for you.

By: Robbie

Robbie — Tue, 15 Nov 2005 06:32:12 +0000

If you were cast in the part, who would care about tomatoes, young, old, or fried, they would just skip to the Saran Wrap scene.

By: Fabe

Fabe — Tue, 15 Nov 2005 01:53:23 +0000

I’m thinking about Pauly D as Mama Boucher from “The Waterboy.” She was a pretty tough cookie, always saying things like, “It’s the devil!”

By: Dave2

Dave2 — Mon, 14 Nov 2005 22:43:17 +0000

“Misery,” Jen? That’s strange, I instantly envisioned Pauly D taking on Kathy Bate’s role in “About Schmidt.”

At first I was scared, but once I got to thinking about it… the hot tub scene was actually improved.

Now I am REALLY scared.

By: Flower Girl

Flower Girl — Mon, 14 Nov 2005 20:56:49 +0000

If I were Evelyn, I would have let the girls go inside, gotten out my mist-sprayer full of water, some generic rice crispies and plastic spoons.

I would dance about the girls’ car, misting it with water, then sprinkling the crispies generously over their gleaming paint. I’d gracefully toss on a few spoons for garnish.

While those b*tches were in the store, the sun would be baking the crispies onto the paint.

Sweet, sweet revenge…kind of tastes like fried green tomatoes.

By: Shawna

Shawna — Mon, 14 Nov 2005 20:56:05 +0000

What if she followed them into the store and rammed them with her shopping cart? Not repeatedly, as that would be obvious. Perhaps once by the soup, and once more by the produce… and then before they got into line to check out, step on the back of their shoes?

Let’s brainstorm.

By: Neil

Neil — Mon, 14 Nov 2005 20:14:25 +0000

She could have just waited 90 minutes until the parking space opened up again when the girls returned. Then the movie could have been about her “waiting.” It could have been an experimental “real-time” piece of cinema as the camera slowly zooms in on her face as she sits in the car and remembers her childhood ala Ingmar Bergman — and how she was always “waiting” for her Prince Charming to come along, but he never did. And “Fried Green Tomatos” would be a southern psychological term for someone slowly going insane — and also a metaphor for life itself.

I’d see that one.

By: jerry

jerry — Mon, 14 Nov 2005 20:11:39 +0000

If you, as Evelyn, were in NJ, you could have gotten away with rear-ending the parked car and most likely you could have also pulled off a whiplash claim and taken the younger, faster chicks’ insurance company for a great settlement. It is a No-Fault State and younger and faster in Jersey means obscenely higher insurance rates so most young and fast try to skimp on their policy specifics. You – Boy Evelyn – could have not only gotten that cathartic release the women here seem to love, but you could have also gotten enough cash to permanently hire someone else to fry your tomatoes, purchase your new “winter” dresses and even get gastric bypass surgery to make that saran wrap scene so much more hot. Fried Green Tomatoes and the Garden State? Perfect Together.