Jul 17, 2012 10:49
I just paid a wince-inducing amount of money so that I could lie down in a bed and have a shower before I get on my connecting flight and I ain't even give a fuck because it is 27C and sweatier than the inside of a testicle wrapped in a pouch inside a sauna and I am bordering on delirious from sleep dep and feelings of intense woe and "I wasn't fucking ready to leave Australia yet".
My review of Australia: much better than America.
My review of Korean Air: fuck me you are delightful, friendly, helpful, polite, and endlessly patient excuse me I will be flying with you again.
My review of The Deep Blue Sea, which I watched on the plane: excruciatingly sad. I don't even. It was just a long, protracted punch in the soul. Other than that: I spent the film having a delirious conniption fit about how nice Rachel Weisz's tits are, which I think means I'm cured of either Hiddles or the last clinging vestiges of my heterosexuality.
My review of This Is War, which I watched immediately afterwards to cheer myself up: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS FILM OH MY GOD NO. PS I liked Lauren better when she was a "loser" getting sushi for one, she went terribly boring when the dudes got involved.
travel,
films,
blatant criminal tendencies,
yanky-wanky doodle-dums