A woman by the name of Jennifer Ouellette says, of John Cusack, "...in a way, Grosse Pointe Blank was Cusack's snarky response to his frustration at being typecast by Say Anything -- what would happen if Lloyd Dobler loses his love, and turns into an amoral killer for hire (but still with a heart of gold, or at least some semi-precious metal alloy blend)." Semi-precious metal alloy blend. I may die laughing.
It's all part of a comment thread on a post about why playing music on a boombox outside your estranged girlfriend's window is stalking.
Thought I have to admit it's not as good a film as, say, High Fidelity, I still love that movie. Mostly for the bit at the very end with the No Smoking light.
Just so you know, your post hit my friends list immediately after this did: