- CrazzySnipe55
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Huh... I never thought of Office Space as a heist movie... Interesting.
David Alexander Maxwell Herst sat inside the cubical, staring up at the ceiling, examining the office space allotted to him by Bixby Pencil Manufacturing, spinning in his chair, and, on every revolution, snatching at the pencil lodged in his compartment's wall. Upon every rotation, a quick change had to be made to account for the slight swivel his chair was taking as his foot contacted the carpeted floor to further propel him in a continuous loop around the axis that was his chair's base. It was November, he recalled, as he looked out the window and lamented for a time when he could go out and surf the California ocean's eleventh series of waves departed upon the sands of Venice Beach. "O Brother, where art thou? Tis time to go home," was the voice that yanked him out of his reverie which had now gone from everything from Reservoir Dogs (which he had first watched the night before, on his couch, by himself, abusing a tub of fudge-swirl ice cream as if it had insulted his mother) to what it would be like to have been a ronin in feudal japan, like the one on that History Channel special he had seen, to his longing to reinvigorate his teenage surfing hobby which took him off to another reality where he didn't have to go home to a house in which both his parents and his boss and brother, Justin Willmeyer Binsburg Herst, resided in, was gone. In 60 seconds, he had drowsily drawn himself up, picked up his pencil which he had dropped upon hearing his brother's Shakespearean verse, and headed toward the door.
I feel like underlining/bolding/italicizing the movies would ruin the flow of the story, as it has done to many. Just so you know, they're all there (if facetiously*).
*see also: Gone in 60 Seconds usage.
[Edited on 09.28.2012 8:06 PM PDT]