Die, Mommie, Die! (2003)
Actors:
Philip Harrison (editor),
Nora Dunn (actress),
Natasha Lyonne (actress),
Crystal Connell (miscellaneous crew),
Irwin M. Rappaport (miscellaneous crew),
Irwin M. Rappaport (miscellaneous crew),
Dennis McCarthy (composer),
Jason Priestley (actor),
Philip Baker Hall (actor),
Anthony Edwards (producer),
Jan McWilliams (miscellaneous crew),
Frances Conroy (actress),
Grant Nellessen (miscellaneous crew),
Kojo Lewis (miscellaneous crew),
Matt Miller (miscellaneous crew),
Plot: Retired singing star, Angela Arden, heads a dysfunctional family. Her husband, filmmaker Sol Sussman, hates her and has a kissy relationship with his nubile daughter, Edith. Angela carries on an affair with Tony Parker, a lounge lizard, who sleeps with both Edith and her brother, Lance, but not before Angela plots to murder Sol when he cuts off her allowance. Bootsie Carp, the family maid loyal to Sol, is on to Angela, but the diva works quickly and poisons Sol. Edith suspects foul play and wants Lance's help in proving mom's guilt. Lance, who loves his mother deeply, is conflicted. Will Edith succeed? Does love lurk somewhere? And what about Angela's long dead sister, Barbara?
Keywords: 1950s, 1960s, acid-laced-sugar-cube, acid-trip, actor, actress, adultery, african-american, ambulance, anti-war-demonstration
Genres:
Comedy,
Taglines: Hollywood...It's a dirty town but someone has to do it!
Quotes:
Edith Sussman: I always knew Mother was nothing more than a cheap, hopped-up nymphomaniac.
Tony Parker: Why do you hate your mother so?::Edith Sussman: I hate her because she's a money-grubbing selfish bitch who ruined my father's life, and a promiscuous slut who spends all my father's hard-earned money on trash like you!::Tony Parker: That's not good enough.
Edith Sussman: What kind of a crazy world is this? My father's dead and my mother's gigolo shows up ready for some hot action!
Angela Arden: Darling daughter, you sound like a square from Squaresville.
Angela Arden: I'm in no mood for your patented brand of bitchery, missy.
Lance Sussman: Buster, if you want any singin' outta me, you better haul out that bratwurst and spread some mustard on it.
Angela Arden: I hate this house! I hate these walls... I hate that sofa! The only part of this dump that doesn't make me puke is that door - because that's the way I'm gettin' out!
Lance Sussman: [Lance, unexpectedly home from college, has hidden behind the stairs and jumps up and scares Angela] Arrrrh!::Angela Arden: Lance! You scared the bejesus out of me!::Lance Sussman: [Chuckling] Kiss me, you beautiful creature.::Lance Sussman: [Upon kissing Lance on the lips] Do I smell pot?::Lance Sussman: Gee, mom, you got me on that one.::Angela Arden: Listen, baby, I'm not one of your friends' square old ladies. I toured with a band. I'm quite familiar with reefer, and fully acquainted with its dangers.::Lance Sussman: You're the coolest mom ever!::Angela Arden: What are you doing home from school?::Lance Sussman: The anti-war demonstration... yeah! Students took over the president's office, they sent the rest of us kids home.::Angela Arden: [Somewhat skeptical] Oh, really?::Lance Sussman: My friend Ruth... gave the associate dean a saltwater enema.::Angela Arden: I need a drink.::Angela Arden: [Pouring drinks] Scotch for me, Pepsi for you.::Lance Sussman: Mom!::Angela Arden: Oh, I suppose a "splash" of bourbon won't kill ya'!
Sol Sussman: [Sol is in his den, on the phone, pleading with a money lender of apparently dubious character. Bootsie, the maid, passes by in an adjoining hallway and begins to eavesdrop the conversation] There were extenuating circumstances... Well, you're not in the movie business so you wouldn't understand. These things were beyond my control... What?::Sol Sussman: - [Bootsie, still eavesdropping, enters one of the nearby doors to get closer to Sol's den. Sol's agitated phone conversation continues] It's impossible... You gotta' give me... You gotta'... Please! Oh, God...::Sol Sussman: [the sound of the phone receiver slamming down is heard] Oh my God!... Oh my God!... Oh my God!... Oh my God!...::Bootsie Carp: [Alarmed at hearing Sol in obvious distress, Bootsie enters his den] Are you sick, Mr. S? Should I call Dr. Mendell?::Sol Sussman: No, no... Nathan Mendell I don't need.::Bootsie Carp: [Sitting down in front of his desk] Talk to Bootsie. Let her help.::Sol Sussman: - [Confused and despondent] I... I... I'm out of date. I'm out of touch. My kind of movies' pleas for tolerance of the Jew or the Negro or the immigrant Italian are made a mockery of today. These kids in the beards, they seek to tear down the Establishment. When the fuck did I become the Establishment?::Sol Sussman: [Sympathetically] You're a great man, Mr. S.::Sol Sussman: [Agitated] I'm finished. I'm kaput! Bootsie, the only way I could finance this film was to borrow money from... "less than reputable" associates.::Bootsie Carp: [Slightly shocked] The "Mob"?::Sol Sussman: The gods have turned against me. The rotten weather, an actress dying and... now the film has fallen apart. They're threatening to give me a bath in cement if I don't pay up! Bootsie, you're lookin' at a corpse.::Bootsie Carp: [Solemnly quoting Biblical scripture] "He that is slow to anger is better than the mighty." Proverbs, 16.::Sol Sussman: It's Angela. She's a witch! She put a curse on me! Oh, God! Oh, God! God, God, God, God... [Sol breaks down, sobbing and wailing. Bootsie goes over to console him in her arms]
Sol Sussman: [At the dinner table: Lance is toying with his soup, blowing on spoonfuls of it, but not actually eating it. Sol looks on, increasingly annoyed] Lance, just DRINK the goddamned soup!::Lance Sussman: Sorry, daddy.::Angela Arden: [Addressing Lance in a "secret language," apparently understood only by she and Lance. Subtitles provide the translation] I don't blame you. The soup stinks.::Lance Sussman: [Replying in the same "secret language"] It smell like dirty socks.::Angela Arden: [Again using the "secret language"] Bootsie cuts your dad's socks up and throws them in the soup.::Sol Sussman: [Angela and Lance chuckle over their secret joking. Sol, enraged, gets up and lunges at Lance] God DAMMIT! You eat normal, or we're gonna' shut you away in an institution!::Lance Sussman: No, daddy, don't...::Angela Arden: How dare you speak to your son like that!::Sol Sussman: I'm ashamed to have such a son.::Angela Arden: [Contemptuously] The "great man"! The "conscience" of the Industry! How about a little sympathy and tolerance for your own family?::Sol Sussman: I have NO sympathy for you, baby. And none for him, either. [Sol glares pointedly at Lance]::Sol Sussman: My son, the Loser!::Lance Sussman: YOU'RE the Loser! The FLOP!::Angela Arden: [Enraged, Sol slaps Lance across the face and Lance gets up and runs out of the room. Angela gets up and looks after Lance in dismay] Lance...::Sol Sussman: [All the commotion has upset the family's twin Pekinese dogs, whose noisy barking can be heard in the background. This enrages Sol even more] Monsters! They get put to sleep tomorrow! Sit down, Angela... SIT DOWN!