Sue, have you seen Clive in Close Your Eyes?
Yes, I have seen the full Clive, so to speak. I just didn't think much of the rest of the movie, so I wasn't sure if it was worth it.
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Sue, have you seen Clive in Close Your Eyes?
Yes, I have seen the full Clive, so to speak. I just didn't think much of the rest of the movie, so I wasn't sure if it was worth it.
The Onion's review of Catwoman is pretty funny.
Able to leap around with feline grace, wear revealing leather outfits without shame, and improvise cat-themed puns, she is Catwoman, even though she bears little resemblance to the Catwoman from the Batman universe. It's like naming a movie Spider-Man because it's about a guy with eight legs who shoots silk out of his ass.
Of course, none of that would matter if the movie were any good, but it's not. Mononymical director Pitof cut his teeth on digital effects and music videos, and he directs Catwoman as though he was targeting the attention span of actual cats. He cuts rapidly, keeping the camera in constant motion lest viewers wander off in search of food or a quiet place to nap.
Apparently, as I thought I had a pretty good idea what you wanted to do with him, and this (points up) wasn't it.
Dude, you clearly weren't paying attention.
Clive Owne: is he a salad, or is he Something Else??
I took Burrell's meaning, but I had a fun detour into Silly Associations With Greasing Up A Thing One Likes.
Greasing Up A Thing One Likes
Are we in Astroglide territory, or somewhere else?
Are we in Astroglide territory, or somewhere else?
No silly, we're in olive oil territory. Weren't you paying attention?
Hey -- Nutty said she was associating. Don't restrict her imagination.
This would be an amusing conversation, except for the fact that Clive is MINE, so it's all very very moot.
Well, he's really slippery now, so he may be easier to separate from you.
Huh. I feel so left out -- to me, Clive Owen is so visually unmemorable as to be instantly forgettable. He does nothing for me on a scale that would be epic if it weren't so epically nothing. All this rampant Clive-oost is utterly bewildering to me.
I feel especially bad about this because I know I've seen him in several films and that his performances always astounded and riveted me; the actor-appreciation part of my brain hears his name and says "Oooh, yeah, SO VERY GOOD -- who is he again?" I have a vague impression of sorta-tallness and sorta-thinness and a vaguely British gaunt blondness that is slightly like the Memento guy but not really exactly.
I've resigned myself to the fact that for the entire rest of my life, every single time I'm watching a movie and sit back astounded and saying, "Wow, who the hell is that actor? He's terrific!" Hec will heave a put-upon sigh and say, "It's Clive Owen. Again."