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Apr. 2nd, 2005 04:16 pmSo I went to see Sin City today and ... well, before I mention anything else, I should bring up the fact that the ticket counter girl tried to card me. Which, BWAHAHAHA. That's officially the first time I've ever been carded at a movie theater.
Also, before the movie when they were showing those annoying commercials, one of the new ones was for a local church, asking people to come and visit after the movie. Uh, I hate to break it to you, movie theater, but that was a waste of a minute, especially before that movie. It'd be like me saying I wanted to mourn the loss of the Pope by watching Nick Stahl get castrated twice over by Bruce Willis.
In any event, somewhere between Clive Owen and the ten minutes of Scruffy!Nick Stahl I got in the beginning of the movie, I got my superficial little fangirl squeals in my head. Of course, Nick Stahl was playing a psychopath (hell, they both were), so I really didn't get to savor the fact that longer hair and a five o'clock shadow just ... mmm.
Elijah Wood is fucking creepy. I mean, his eyes have always kind of straddled a fine line between "Ooo, pretty!" and "GYAH! Put down that butcher knife!", but Jesus. That expression on Kevin's face when he was getting eaten by the dog isn't leaving my head anytime soon. But hey, he killed Charlie Brown to get that sweater, so he's got that going for him.
What else? Oh, yeah. Mickey Rourke needs to get more work, Power Boothe is scary always, Carla Gugino has really great breasts, Jessica Alba with the blonde hair is starting to grow on me, and when Rosario Dawson and Clive Owen kiss like that, I spontaneously orgasm. (But don't we all? ;))
In other news, I killed time before the movie editing The Monsters of Moosic and plotting out the X-men movieverse plotbunny that won't leave me alone. I'm debating whether to just start working on it or save it in case I can work my
xmmficathon assignment around it. As far as I can tell from a quick glance at the requests, unless I got really, really lucky, I might as well just start writing as soon as I finish the 10.5 summary. To sum up ... boy, do I have a lot of crap to write and/or edit in the next few months. Sheesh. :)
Also, before the movie when they were showing those annoying commercials, one of the new ones was for a local church, asking people to come and visit after the movie. Uh, I hate to break it to you, movie theater, but that was a waste of a minute, especially before that movie. It'd be like me saying I wanted to mourn the loss of the Pope by watching Nick Stahl get castrated twice over by Bruce Willis.
In any event, somewhere between Clive Owen and the ten minutes of Scruffy!Nick Stahl I got in the beginning of the movie, I got my superficial little fangirl squeals in my head. Of course, Nick Stahl was playing a psychopath (hell, they both were), so I really didn't get to savor the fact that longer hair and a five o'clock shadow just ... mmm.
Elijah Wood is fucking creepy. I mean, his eyes have always kind of straddled a fine line between "Ooo, pretty!" and "GYAH! Put down that butcher knife!", but Jesus. That expression on Kevin's face when he was getting eaten by the dog isn't leaving my head anytime soon. But hey, he killed Charlie Brown to get that sweater, so he's got that going for him.
What else? Oh, yeah. Mickey Rourke needs to get more work, Power Boothe is scary always, Carla Gugino has really great breasts, Jessica Alba with the blonde hair is starting to grow on me, and when Rosario Dawson and Clive Owen kiss like that, I spontaneously orgasm. (But don't we all? ;))
In other news, I killed time before the movie editing The Monsters of Moosic and plotting out the X-men movieverse plotbunny that won't leave me alone. I'm debating whether to just start working on it or save it in case I can work my
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Date: 2005-04-02 09:52 pm (UTC)Also, all the men in the theatre did spontaneous squeals (yes, I said squeals) of sympathetic horror as various nuts were not so much cut off as ripped off. In one blinding moment of sudden clarity, I realised that every male in the theatre had their hands delicately cupping the dubious future of society in their warm little hands. Any movie that can subconciously cause a packed theatre full of college males to cup their balls and cock (shriveled state[s] notwithstanding) in a public display of masculine affection ought to be lauded.
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Date: 2005-04-02 10:00 pm (UTC)And for Sin City to open in Britain already. Stupid bloody trans-atlantic delays.
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Date: 2005-04-03 12:12 am (UTC)Just...WTF?
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Date: 2005-04-03 12:35 am (UTC)Also, when Clive and Rosario kissed, I whimpered. WHIMPERED. Holy SHIT.
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Date: 2005-04-03 12:50 am (UTC)And those kisses! I can't remember who said that it plays off that rule about prostitutes not kissing because it's too intimate because, oh, my GOD. So much hotter than if the two of them had had sex. I want to be Rosario Dawson when I grow up! (Except maybe with a different outfit. ;))
Because the world needs more orgasms...
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Date: 2005-04-03 01:30 am (UTC)Dear Robert Rodriguez: if you do a sequel, feel free to make it mostly Family Values and A Dame to Kill For, because those are alllll Dwight. (FV is actually Dwight + Old Town girls vs. The Mafia.) And some Gail, because the two of them kissing was hotter than actual *sex scenes* in other movies. Which takes some doing.
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Date: 2005-04-03 03:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-03 02:40 am (UTC)I literally don't know what to think.
Not to mention,
I just...yeah. Literally.
I actually do keep coming back to the fact that I'd never seen someone's genitals ripped off before.
That and I will probably never watch Frodo the same way again. Sam is *damn* lucky he made it back from Mt. Doom in one piece, and I think someone needs to do a head count of the Elf-babes in the Western Lands sometime soon. *shudder8
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Date: 2005-04-03 02:56 am (UTC)And Kevin just ... between the glasses, and the hopping around, and the terrifying look on his face, I am so going to have nightmares about that. Elijah did a great job, because he certainly scared the pants off of me.
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Date: 2005-04-04 06:56 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-04-03 03:57 am (UTC)Clive. Clive. Clive. I was so mad that he wasn't naked at his first appearance. That kiss made me so, so, so horny. Nnng. I need an icon of Gail now. Dominatrix, yes.
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Date: 2005-04-03 04:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-03 04:08 am (UTC)When the Yellow Bastard got castrated by ripping, I could just look down the row of the people I came with and saw the guys either cradling their crotches or looking horrified and uncomfortable.
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Date: 2005-04-03 04:01 am (UTC)The theater had a dude posted outside the theater door checking tickets to prevent the kids from buying tickets to the Heffalump Movie & then going into Sin City. That dude didn't check my ticket either. Bastard. I guess I am officially old!
And yes, my husband did the whimper & cradle parts thing too! *gring*
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Date: 2005-04-04 02:50 pm (UTC)Also, every time a woman wearing naught but a thong whipped out a big-ass gun, I giggled - I mean, really, where had she been keeping it?