(no subject)
I don't think I'll ever be able to watch a movie without 
sarahtales ever again, which is going to be a problem once she leaves my fair city. Last night, sarahtales, orangeaddict and I went to see Tristan + Isolde and the film was greatly improved by Maya's running commentary, because otherwise it was the limp tale of two incredibly selfish people who succeed in getting a lot of people killed and almost ruining a king because the chick is too lame to realize Rufus Sewell is SO MUCH HOTTER than James Franco.
And also, less stupid. James Franco spent the entirety of the film squinting into the distance and looking as if what bothered him was not thwarted love but this riddle someone told him when he was ten to keep him busy.
I still hold that the film would have been much better if it was called "Triscuit + Melot" and was about Rufus Sewell eating crackers for two hours and five minutes, with Hot Friend (aka "Melot) appearing from time to time. With cheese. Wearing no clothes. Seriously, what is my problem that a man with a few braids and long eyelashes makes me far more excited than the gross exploitation of James Franco's admittedly pleasant man bosom? Heaving with poison, I know, but Melot! Oh, dear, sweet, braided Melot. I believed in you. And in Rufus Sewell. Get on that cracker movie. Please.
Also, I really want to know why it is called "Tristan + Isolde" -- not and or &. An actual plus sign. I am baffled by this seemingly insignificant detail.
In conclusion: everyone needs to watch the trailer for THIS MOVIE and either 1. share in my enormous horror or 2. tell me it's all actually a joke. The best joke ever, even. So long as it's not real.
sarahtales ever again, which is going to be a problem once she leaves my fair city. Last night, sarahtales, orangeaddict and I went to see Tristan + Isolde and the film was greatly improved by Maya's running commentary, because otherwise it was the limp tale of two incredibly selfish people who succeed in getting a lot of people killed and almost ruining a king because the chick is too lame to realize Rufus Sewell is SO MUCH HOTTER than James Franco. And also, less stupid. James Franco spent the entirety of the film squinting into the distance and looking as if what bothered him was not thwarted love but this riddle someone told him when he was ten to keep him busy.
I still hold that the film would have been much better if it was called "Triscuit + Melot" and was about Rufus Sewell eating crackers for two hours and five minutes, with Hot Friend (aka "Melot) appearing from time to time. With cheese. Wearing no clothes. Seriously, what is my problem that a man with a few braids and long eyelashes makes me far more excited than the gross exploitation of James Franco's admittedly pleasant man bosom? Heaving with poison, I know, but Melot! Oh, dear, sweet, braided Melot. I believed in you. And in Rufus Sewell. Get on that cracker movie. Please.
Also, I really want to know why it is called "Tristan + Isolde" -- not and or &. An actual plus sign. I am baffled by this seemingly insignificant detail.
In conclusion: everyone needs to watch the trailer for THIS MOVIE and either 1. share in my enormous horror or 2. tell me it's all actually a joke. The best joke ever, even. So long as it's not real.
-
-
saywhatnow?
-