Yeah, that kind of ruined Last of the Mohicans for me.
OMG! Me too!
Although, come to think, I would far rather Michael Mann's Spartans wore pencil neckties than the get-up the Troy Spartans wore, which just bellowed
Starlight Express.
I don't even know if George Clooney knows how to rollerskate.
I saw a trailer for Vin Diesel in some Disney thing or other. He seems to be trying to work the Aaaaanold in Kindergarten Cop thing. Wonder if Vin's interested in politics?
Wonder if Vin's interested in politics?
Hey.... he could be president.
Hey.... he could be president.
"Vote for me, and I promise to always wear sleeveless shirts....or no shirts at all!"
He'd have my vote. Plus, I love his voice.
He would make me feel very safe.
You know, all this horribly historical movie dreck started with Gladiator.
Corsets! With steel busks! Louis Vuitton scarves, with logo! Horrible Acting, by Russell Crowe! I'm not obsessed! Really!
Didn't Braveheart predate Gladiator?
Yes, probably, but it was not as offensively bad-costumey. I didn't watch it because I knew it couldn't end well, with the protagonist being Scottish, and all. I much prefer upbeat endings and Mel Gibson not in a kilt.
I can't wait for Phantom, and had no idea that I'd have to wait another 3 weeks to see it here. The 11 year old girl in me is tapping her foot impatiently.
I suspect I'm going to go see it again next weekend. Because, well,
pretty!
Plus, a lot of that gorgeous art direction needs to be seen on the big screen.
(I keep feeling like I should be ashamed of my shallow movie tastes, but oh well. Pretty!)
I keep feeling like I should be ashamed of my shallow movie tastes
Sweetie, one of the criteria for Hubby and I to see movies is whether there cool explosions or witty villains who you hope beat the hero. "Pretty" is a perfectly valid reason to love a movie.
I confess, I watch "Blues Brothers" for the epic car chase.