||[Mar. 11th, 2007|08:32 am]
Whole lotta labia.
I use my angry-going-to-war icon for this..|
I'll come right out and say it, I enjoyed the hell out of it. A fine and rollicking good time and I will happily buy the DVD and chew up the bonus features. I have some minor quibbles, but I didn't go into it expecting some deep cinematic masterpiece, so minor quibbles are ok. It'd be like bitching about a chipped plate when you got a fine fantastic meal.
And now, some reasons why seeing movies with me and my husband is a spectator sport:
Me: Ok, one guy marching in that outfit is hot, two guys marching in that outfit is cute, but 300 guys marching in that outfit-
ST: Is a pride march.
Me: Oh c'mon Daisy, pick up your helmet and get back in there!
Queen If-My-Character's-Name-Were-Gorgo-I-Would-Just-Call-Her-My-Queen-Too: Freedom isn't free.
Me: No, it costs a buck-oh-five.
ST: A hefty fuckin' fee.
The Immortals Arrive:
ST: Now we just need pirates!
Gerry Butler's Accent proclaims his love for his wife and then gets pincushioned:
Me: Would you do that for me?
ST: Sure, 'course I would. But.. y'know.. with more armor on.
Also, the son? The one who kicks it with the brutal decapitation? The cute young-looking one? That's what Nearly Naked Boy looks like (only NNB is slightly more waif-like) So if I tell Nearly Naked Boy stories from now on, that's the image. Including the wee little loincloth.
And now? Back to bed for a well-earned nap. I'll take a picture of the Peanut's latest ultrasound later, it's a full-face-to-us-waving shot. We captioned it "I'm on tv, bitches!"
We're surely going to hell.