Promised Blab about Eastern Promises
If anyone cares. So yes, Roy, Kathryn and I watched this movie.
I watched it for one reason and one reason only: Viggo Mortensen. I will fully admit to having the hots for him. Really. He's the one actor in hollywood that I actually fantasize about. (I wrote a drabble about him once that involved him, me, a bed, and whipped cream. It was short, but intense. And yummy.) But all I had to go on was a bit of skin from History of Violence. A nice bit of skin, but still. Then I heard about Eastern Promises and it's rumored Nude Fight Scene in a Turkish Bath. That's how I thought of it, too. Capitalized. And if you see the movie, you'll understand why.
Plot-wise, it's depressing, I won't deny it. Russian mafia in London, people getting their throats cut, an orphan newborn, and the secrets her dead mommy wrote about in her diary. Secrets that would put the Boss in jail for a long time. Heroine is clueless, but well intentioned and stumbles right into the middle of it all. It's slow, and in depth, and at times there is un-subtitled Russian to muddle through.
And then there's Viggo.
And his body.
Hot damn.
That was the first we really saw of him, and I nearly fell off the couch. And he was fully clothed. Later, he really isn't. Much. Except for black underwear. And tattoos.
Then came the Nude Fight Scene. And I saw parts of him that I never thought I'd see. Um. It was bloody and real and a little bit disturbing and for some reason still hot. Which says more about me than is comfortable.
My favorite scene would be the one containing forementioned Black Underwear. (there's a really good pic of him standing up on the official website). Because its all in russian. Serious old men asking serious questions and getting serious answers from his character, none of which I could understand, but I didn't care because hot damn, that view. At one point Kathryn leans over to me and asks, seriously:
"Would you, could you, in a boat? "
My dirty mind took that and ran straight to hell.
"WOULD I COULD I on a boat! And in a plane and on a train!!"
Hilarity ensued.
I'm just glad Roy slept through most of it. Heehee.
I watched it for one reason and one reason only: Viggo Mortensen. I will fully admit to having the hots for him. Really. He's the one actor in hollywood that I actually fantasize about. (I wrote a drabble about him once that involved him, me, a bed, and whipped cream. It was short, but intense. And yummy.) But all I had to go on was a bit of skin from History of Violence. A nice bit of skin, but still. Then I heard about Eastern Promises and it's rumored Nude Fight Scene in a Turkish Bath. That's how I thought of it, too. Capitalized. And if you see the movie, you'll understand why.
Plot-wise, it's depressing, I won't deny it. Russian mafia in London, people getting their throats cut, an orphan newborn, and the secrets her dead mommy wrote about in her diary. Secrets that would put the Boss in jail for a long time. Heroine is clueless, but well intentioned and stumbles right into the middle of it all. It's slow, and in depth, and at times there is un-subtitled Russian to muddle through.
And then there's Viggo.
And his body.
Hot damn.
That was the first we really saw of him, and I nearly fell off the couch. And he was fully clothed. Later, he really isn't. Much. Except for black underwear. And tattoos.
Then came the Nude Fight Scene. And I saw parts of him that I never thought I'd see. Um. It was bloody and real and a little bit disturbing and for some reason still hot. Which says more about me than is comfortable.
My favorite scene would be the one containing forementioned Black Underwear. (there's a really good pic of him standing up on the official website). Because its all in russian. Serious old men asking serious questions and getting serious answers from his character, none of which I could understand, but I didn't care because hot damn, that view. At one point Kathryn leans over to me and asks, seriously:
"Would you, could you, in a boat? "
My dirty mind took that and ran straight to hell.
"WOULD I COULD I on a boat! And in a plane and on a train!!"
Hilarity ensued.
I'm just glad Roy slept through most of it. Heehee.