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Free Willy: A gigalo decides to give it all away when the fly of his favorite pair of jeans suddenly breaks.
I always imagined Ms. Trunchbull’s Chokey whenever I heard the title “The Hurt Locker,” even after seeing Guy Pearce get blown up. I don’t suppose anyone has any idea as to when my inappropriately freely-associating mind will let up?
Sorry this was intended as a reply to Mr. Winwood’s imagined proposal.
I would bet a lot of money that Cronenberg could only produce a film far less demeaning to women than anything associated with this rediculous franchise. To my SATC 2 Party, I am bringing Cronenberg’s Crash, as well as the Crash of WMOAT fame.
“There are so many black people on TV!” -direct quote, I kid you not, from my paternal grandmother at age 76. (And by the exclamation point I mean to indicate a tone of shock and contempt that only extreme racists seem able to pull off.)
I had to quell my desire to impale myself with one of her Royal Doulton figurines. Does anyone else feel tempted to strongly associate the c-word with their elderly relatives?
This scenario makes me want to question the validity of my criticism of the believability of the Chris Cooper character in “American Beauty,” which, in turn, has made me want to ammend that film’s status on my own personal WMOAT.
I am divided on this point. This show has been so irresponsible in its handling of the important issues, with huge sweeping generalizations regarding the important issues (repressed memory syndrome, gender ambiguity and post-traumatic stress disorder are the first examples of this which leap to my mind, as I am seldom able to watch the program without dry-heaving from the ineptitude of the writers), that I would almost prefer their more blatantly caricature-based stories. At least then whatever rediculous messages conveyed are less likely to be treated as credible.
Honestly I have found the success of this show, and the lack criticism has received from the date of its first airing, to be completely baffling. At best it seemed little more than an excuse to display two perpetually overwrought characters, both under the impression that they have some special qualification (always implied, but hardly ever demonstrated because the writers are such turds) to understand and address the important issues. The only justification reiterated, ad nauseum, provided for this presumption of qualification is that they are perpetually overwrought. BIG FAIL.
I am trembling with the recollection of every single adolescent girl I knew growing up who, I am certain, would research or devise some exotic, excruciating act of violence for my having submitted the following nomination: LEGENDS OF THE FALL.
I could not help myself.
“In my movie, it’s all au naturel and all that, except that the female Pandorians have tits that look as though they’ve been contained in a bra for half their existence, instead of…well, you know. It’s really a perfect conflation of the respective advantages our two very different lifestyles, and that you’ve gotta see.”
Agreed. An unabashed, unmuffled, inadvertent spit-spray of a LOL. Thank the linguistic evolution from squawks and screams to full-on syntax-play, as well as the deft mind of DS3M for this post.