Friday, May 15
I'll blame my movie selections on an inner teenage girl named Britney
Especially Your Song from Moulin Rouge.
Now this is totally an atypical film selection for me (why am I defending myself?) and the original of this song made me want to stick a fork in my thigh but in all seriousness: this version of the song makes me weak in the knees. And maybe, just maybe I drool a wee bit while being hypnotized by Christian (and *poof* just like that, my male audience disappears.)
Of course it's easily explained in two words -- those words would be "Ewan" and "McGregor" for those slow on the uptake. Of course the song is just magical (oh cripes, did I just say that?) because he sings it with such sincerity that you can't help but remember how it felt the first time you fell head over mo'fo' heels over a real! live! someone! (or not, no pressure).
SB does not like this movie. I think he'd rather watch Twilight again than sit through Moulin Rouge one more time, so there you have it. And in case you are wondering: another anomaly in my celluloid longings is Twilight. Which for the record, is not a good movie but oh my holy Hello Kitty toaster, it's worth sacrificing time that could have been spent sleeping if you have a smidgen of inner teenage girl wanting to bust out for the vampire love. And if you are a guy with an inner teenage girl, I don't want to hear the graphic details in my comments (but send me an email so I can mock you.)(That is, mock you privately of course.)(Don't worry everyone, I'll publicly mock them.)
Yet, I should not mock those inner teenagers because FADKOG reminded me that everyone has an inner teenage boy who laughs at shit like this:
That there is comedy gold and if your inner teenage boy didn't laugh at that, I don't think we can be friends.
No point to this post, it's just I can't keep this kind of stuff to myself. Happy Friday y'all (that was Britney btw.)