1991 Directed by David Kellogg
Freewheeling, motorcycle-riding musician Johnny rolls into a small town with his band, and meets Kathy, an honor student who catches his eye. Meanwhile, Kathy's father, after being in the Witness Protection Program, is finally tracked down by two corrupt cops he escaped from years ago, who want the money he owes them.
Vanilla Ice Kristin Minter Naomi Campbell Deezer D Kevin Hicks Allison Dean Sydney Lassick Dody Goodman Candy Clark Michael Gross Bobbie Brown John Newton Victor DiMattia Brooke Alexander Jack McGee Ted Swanson S.A. Griffin Louie Bonanno Portia Dawson Amy Tenowich Kathryn Morris Crawford Binion Tracey Bass
David C. Eichhorn A. David Marshall Dan Luna Charles R. Beith Jr. Bill Bell Scott Eilers Philip A. Hess J. Michael Hooser Gary Macheel Gary Shinkle Mark Steele Richard Steele Tim Terusa
Ice Baby, Na Onda do Rap, Cool comme Ice, Milosc w rytmie rap, Curtidos e Betinhos, Frío como el hielo, Buz Gibi, Студен като лед, Chladný jako led, Cool As Ice, Frio como el hielo, 사랑과 음악, Miłość w Rytmie Rap, Холодный как лед, Studený ako ľad, 不羁小子
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Couple iced cubes:
- Anybody who writes about this movie at length without at least mentioning it is a beginning-to-end visual feast cannot be trusted
- Vanilla Ice is 100 percent playing an alien in this movie and I'm not just saying that because I saw Starman a couple weeks ago
I kind of want to peek into an alternate universe where Cool as Ice crotch rocketed to the top of the box office, and Nirvana's Nevermind tanked. What kind of fashion and music and dancing and videos would we people of Earth consume now if Ice had lived up to his hype as the next Elvis and remained King?
Cool as Ice is way too beautiful and entertaining and live action cartoon wild than any movie about a white Florida rapper with a shaved eyebrow has any right to be. That Janusz Kaminski cinematography looks outta this world sharp and playful. His magick movie camera transforms underground Midwest rap clubs into chiaroscuro caverns. Suburban nowheresville seems hyper unreal with '90s…
First, I am a masochist. I do shit like this to myself.
Second, to save you the time, trouble and agony of watching this I shall now paraphrase each and every shot, frame, dialogue, ridiculous slow motion, song used, haircut and dance move in one simple mantra that is the driving force behind this cinematic time capsule of everything that was wrong with the eighties-nineties interbellum.
Here goes:
Vanilla Ice is cool!
Vanilla Ice is cool!
Vanilla Ice is cool!
Vanilla Ice is cool!
Vanilla Ice is cool!
Vanilla Ice is cool!
Vanilla Ice is cool!
Vanilla Ice is cool!
No you're not. You look like an epileptic with a bucket on his head.
Git.
Janusz Kamiński‘s work on this should be iconic - the canted angle POV couch shots alone might as well have informed the aesthetic of Diving Bell and the Butterfly, but what do I know
also, I refuse to believe that scene where Ice keeps rewinding the cassette tape over and over again to hear a construction noise sound isn’t a reference to Blow Out; this is a movie for people who love movies - shling a schlong
I don't care at all that this is probably one of the worst movies ever made. This cinematic masterpiece is by far the best thing that will happen to me this week. It totally failed at not entertaining me, which I'm sure was a huge mistake.
Let me explain my star rating:
1/2 star for the amazingly atrocious use of slow motion at the worst possible times
1/2 star for the audacity of the filmmakers to use this script to remake "Rebel Without a Cause" with a straight face
1/2 star for Vanilla Ice's haircut
1/2 star for his pants in the opening scene
1/2 star for random dance parties that have absolutely no bearing on the plot
1/2 star for the detailed scene featuring a guy preparing and consuming a peanut butter, pickles, sardines, pineapple, and mustard sandwich.
1/2 star for that time when Vanilla Ice spells the word "GO"
When Vanilla Ice says "Oh yeah" and a reverse shot reveals the popped collar of his ever-changing leather jacket has "Oh yeah" printed on it ::chef's kiss::
This is a heavily padded music video collaboration between Vincente Minnelli and Krzysztof Kieślowski that manages to communicate the appeal of Vanilla Ice in a way his music most certainly does not.
"WHEN A GIRL HAS A HEART OF STONE
THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY TO MELT IT...
JUST...
ADD...
ICE...
COOL AS ICE! more like WHITE AS RICE! ho boy this was some unrelentless 90s nonsense. Like a painful yet captivating noogie that grinds your cranium until you are left in a delirious state of colourful baggy pants confusion. A disjointed whirlwind of breakdancing, hilarious white boi rapping and awkward interactions, Cool as Ice hits fast like an unrelentless brain blast. I could hardly keep up work every odd line, obnoxious character and ridiculous plot point. It's a real mind marathon that's just as disorienting as it is enjoyable.
And the dialogue is nuts! When his friend asks him "where you going?"…
"Sometimes I'd like to do something really wild just because I never have..."
"Why don’t you?"
Women Film Editors #144: Debra Goldfield
Never forget that this film was shot by Janusz Kaminski. I believe Flight of the Conchords describe the experience best: "It was something like, but not necessarily Schindler's List..."
Almost nothing that happens in Cool as Ice can be explained by rational thought; it's as if some Universal execs threw Say Anything, The Unbelievable Truth, Pee-wee's Big Adventure and the post-"Rhythm Nation" music video aesthetic in a blender and waited to see what would happen when Vanilla Ice was finally sprinkled into the mix. It's as mind-meltingly dumb as you'd imagine, but I'm not not engrossed in the…
Will there ever be another artist so completely unaware of how they are perceived as early nineties era Vanilla Ice?
I adore every frame of this film.
Lightning in a bottle.
Cool as Ice is cool as ice. Straight up, fact. All ya'll haters be trippin', dawg. This movie be like coolin' with your homeboys, and I'm talkin' straight up romance, bro. Take the scene when V.I. is chillin' wit Kat. You know, that chick who drives the horse. Man, it's fresh. Ain't no denyin' this movie is sharper than the point on the tip of a nail. Now if ya'll excuse me, I'm gonna go across the street and, uh, schling a schlong. Take a looky, looky in Kat's black booky. Yup-yup.
Next time you're thinkin' 'bout watchin' some other wack ass nonsense, pop in Cool as Ice. After all, if you ain't true to yo'self then you ain't true to nobody. So ditch those zeroes and get wit da hero! Now there's a lesson well taught, here's some more advice; don't sweat it on the mic cause you're cool as ice.
Now Gee-Oh!
