INTRO
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This week on FilmSack, we leave the comforts of our quite “small balls” Suburban home life and slo-mo pile into fast talking Jeremy Piven’s mobile mini bar and early 90’s electronics expo of a recreational vehicle… for a JUDGMENT NIGHT of fun… when we pump up the jam of the short lived rap/rock sub-genre and reverse off the expressway… and right into the “big balls” of a 1993 Chicago inner city Action/Thriller now chasing us down and hurling insults like a scumbag Denise Leary mouth closeup no one asked for. Hey is that Everlast or The Edge?… (My memory says the Edge… but my eyes are seeing Everlast.) Jump up, jump up, and get down
Anywho, welcome to the royal order of train hopping hobos. Please take a seat. I’m kidding of course we can’t afford those… or lights.. so please find a spot to stand, stare and stink until someone opens the door and then we can all scurry away as fast as our holy hobo shoes and stiff joints can take us. I see we have some new members from the suburbs. If you are here for Night Train the drink.. you read the flyer wrong… common mistake.. First point of order… Ball size health check. Who has big balls? and there is the open door cue boys! Fly like the wind you beautiful dregs of society. Oh no they got Billy. So much potential.
Randy, Nobody is bringing dates. awww… Randy… c’mon. don’t go away mad… just go away
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BRIEF
Four friends on their way to a boxing match in Chicago take a wrong turn and witness a murder. Suddenly hunted by a ruthless gang leader, they must survive the night in an urban nightmare where the city itself is against them. A tense blend of thriller, survival horror, and “what NOT to do on guys’ night out.” 1993 | Rated R | Action/Thriller | 1h 50m
LINKS
IMDB: Judgment Night (1993)
Wikipedia: Judgment Night Wiki
Rotten Tomatoes: RT Page
TVTropes: TV Tropes
WHERE TO WATCH
Streaming: [Check availability on JustWatch]
TRAILER/CLIPS
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Judgment Night (1993) – Like a group of suburban punk kids blowing through your leaf pile while you are still piling it and you have to slow motion angry dance with your rake over your head for 3 minutes of Rap Rock. #YaPlayedYourself
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SHOW NOTES
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- Traveling at the speed of thought… do do do doh.
- Remember when I used to be dope.
- Durn kids busting up in my leaf pile… in slow motion
- Slow Mo Burbs… we be tripping balls man.
- Ya Played Yourself.
- This movie make me want Fall to Hurry up Yall.
- Emilio Blue Jeans and Leather.
- That show you like is on.
- Come on Linda… Randy nobody is bringing dates.
- My friends are grown ups. Cue my idiot friends.
- We got some family values up in here.
- Married for 2 years. 3 months with the baby.
- Nintendo!!
- My Salesforce. He’s my brother.
- Crack open some tasty libations
- I love the fall!
- Davis rhymes with save us.
- Another day in front of the boob tube.
- We are going to miss the main event.
- Let me in… Road fight!
- Ya played yourself is getting a lot of play.
- You never know about the city! You are not my father.
- What did I tell you. Don’t encourage him with that macho shit.
- I want to have a good f’ing time tonight.
- Miss your exit? No problem… roll back in the down the emergency lane and leave the expressway. Right into the darkest part of the city. What could go wrong?
- Cuba got that 89 ball jacket.
- That is a lot of booze..
- 1000s of unarmed people driving Hyundai’s
- Did we hit something… it is a scam artist.
- Oh… so I’m the bad guy…I hit somebody and run… that makes me the bad guy?
- We hit somebody… call 911… but first… a shot of vodka. just going to clean up these bottles.
- Who shot you? Let’s get our story straight.
- Hey police! Hey!! I am talking to you over my RV loudspeaker running through the city… HEY POLICE.
- That trip ended poorly.
- Probably some no insurance asshole… Brand new piece of shit TV. … broken Fax machine.
- We are stuck in this piece of shit that I now own.
- That is a lot of smoke.
- We got one gun! 4 guys.
- Back off kid. you ain’t got no balls.
- The escalation from dealing with some toughs on the expressway vs the inner city.
- Party bus. witness to street execution
- Rule Number 2… no witnesses.
- Rule Number 1? Don’t steal from me?
- Just 4 tough suburban dudes in the hard ass city.
- Denise Leary and his crew in that big old American car prowling like
- North Shore Suburbanites
- I am coming Door To Door like the Avon Lady. – Dennis Leary
- That is bug… he has a the brain the size of a chicken.
- Go to hell. I’m already there man.
- Watches are the go to currency in movies.
- You guys are really starting to piss me off…. eating in to my drinking time.
- Opportunity knocked and you failed to answer.
- Denis Leary has some kind of sixth sense.
- that is a lot of hobo from Purdue.
- Give the money… not the cards and license!
- All I want is for you to move your ass.
- Reach out and touch someone my ass.
- On foot in the city…
- If anything happens, just run.
- I be we haven’t been more than 10 miles this whole night… Then run home.
- Nothing creepy… just a kid doing some standing swinging in the dark. creek creek creek
- Welcome to the real world Ray.
- What…. the guys wanting to kill you followed you?
- Psychs got some kind of sixth sense.
- That money got blood on it…. you ever seen any that didn’t.
- Cops should have been here by now… been 17 minutes.
- The cops are not coming…
- You got to trust me man. You don’t want this deal. Come on Razer.
- I ain’t no acrobat. I’m going to negotiate with the guys. I’m the Razer.
- Italian running shoes.
- You got to keep checking your pants for your dick.
- Denis Leary hates these guys. He has some emotional baggage.
- Money means nothing to these guys… power.
- Nothing about tonight makes much sense.
- You really think we are going to catch these guys… yeah… you coming?
- So far… taking a stand has not worked out. Test your metal at what you are good at.
- Who’s the chickenshit now?
- You ever shoot anybody?
- You see the look on his face… He didn’t think I had it in me.
- I don’t think he is getting up from your Yap Yap cellmate speech.
- Everybody gets scared… whether they admit it or not.
- What you think boss. Why don’t you cool it on that boss stuff.
- Bus lady is like… I don’t think so.
- Is that what you think this is about… balls… biggest balls..
- Hell of a security system. Great response time.
- Special in the Deli. Fresh meat.
- Frank. All I got is you. You got a family.
- That is the same gut wound as the kid they hit
- Night stocker is just trying to listen to his jams and do some night stocking.
- Yes sir boss.
- Who is more dangerous… the family guy or the guy protecting his turf?
- Frank is using his brain.
- Lots of guns to choose from down here in the city.
- None of these phones work! Cell or Corded or Pay.
- Hey you Scumbag. Scumbag.
- Me? Just hiding in the Chime Shop. Ting ting ting
- Time to use this belt and give this guy a whooping.
- Lots of close face action in this movie.
- Thought he was gonna punch him. He went for the belt choke.
- From the chime shop right to the glass shop.
- Fist fight… like they wanted to watch for Entertainment….but this is real.
- 1922 Deadwood Drive….
- Denis Leary wants death by Francis.
- You’re own your own pal.
- … and don’t call me Francis.
- I would curb stomp that corpse just to be sure.
- I got tickets to the bears game next week.
- I’m going to be at home with Lynda and the baby.
- I’m too young for this shit.
- Mr Wyatt… your wife is outside… and you are in big trouble.
- Emilio Estevez, Cuba Gooding Jr., Jeremy Piven, Stephen Dorff = 90s bro squad goals gone wrong.
- Boxing tickets? More like survival tickets.
- The “shortcut” that ruins everything.
- Piven as the guy you should’ve left at home.
- RV: less “party bus,” more “murder coffin.”
- Denis Leary = philosophy professor of urban nightmares.
- Chicago alleyways are scarier than any monster movie.
- Soundtrack goes way harder than the script deserves.
- Lesson: Suburban dads vs. city gangs = nope.
- Friendship tested, pants ruined.
- Bro night escalates to “eat rat or be eaten.”
- Denis Leary with a gun is scarier than most horror villains.
- Every “wrong turn” trope stuffed into one night.
- Final showdown on the rooftop because 90s action rules demand it.
- Not enough boxing. Way too much running.
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