On the Ay in Tee and Ay
There are, it is well known, two types of actresses: those with nice tits, and those with nice asses. In Morning Glory, the director had clearly decided that his female lead, Rachel McAdams, was the latter. I would say that her repeated partial nudity was artistic, or that I found it a disappointing intrusion into my cinematic experience, but for the fact that neither of those things are true. Still, judge for yourself: http://img203.imageshack.us/img203/3746/rachelr.jpg. Though the most blatant, this was far from the only time that male viewers, most of whom the studio execs presumably assumed were attending reluctantly alongside their romcom-loving girlfriends, were treated to prolonged shots of Ms McAdams' unclad legs and panty-clad derrière. In a way, I was reminded at times of serious art films, in which the camera lingers on one shot for what feels like too long, provoking the viewer to think deeply about the content of what they see. I thought deeply and concluded that Rachel McAdams has great legs and a cute ass. You may well think that I'm talking about this aspect of the film too much, but in my mind at least it made up about 70% of the runtime, and I don't think that I was too far off in my estimation. Certainly, every time I found myself thinking, "Hm, haven't seen McAdams' butt lately", there it was. It made me feel like God speaking His Word and commanding butts into being.
No, far more distracting was the fact that I have only ever seen the male romantic lead, Patrick Wilson, in two roles: as Nite Owl II, the dropout superhero with erectile dysfunction in Watchmen; and as Jeff, the predatory paedophile and murderer who is castrated by Ellen Page in Hard Candy. I know that I'm supposed to be able to suspend my disbelief, but I will never, ever be able to suspend my memory of watching the camera close in on his face as Page, whom I not incidentally find super-hot, slices off his balls in the kitchen. Sooo many conflicting emotions going on there that I think it's best I don't even begin to analyse it. However, he is something of a hunk himself and so I got over it. I say "male romantic lead", incidentally - his part was about as developed as McAdams' bust. Zing! That's right, I went there. Great ass though.
This was not a deep or serious or good film. It was however a bundle of silly silly fun. Diane Keaton was absolutely fantastic, giving every impression of having a whale of a time. Harrison Ford never quite hit the right news anchor voice - it needs a bit more of an oratorical edge - but he's a reliable screen presence. Jeff Goldblum did the Jewish media mogul thing he was brought in to do. Wilson ticked each box he was presented with, delivering cringingly cheesy dialogue with a straight face and generally being a gently-quipping super-wealthy brainy beefcake. And McAdams had great legs and a great ass. What more do you need? Go watch this now.
No, far more distracting was the fact that I have only ever seen the male romantic lead, Patrick Wilson, in two roles: as Nite Owl II, the dropout superhero with erectile dysfunction in Watchmen; and as Jeff, the predatory paedophile and murderer who is castrated by Ellen Page in Hard Candy. I know that I'm supposed to be able to suspend my disbelief, but I will never, ever be able to suspend my memory of watching the camera close in on his face as Page, whom I not incidentally find super-hot, slices off his balls in the kitchen. Sooo many conflicting emotions going on there that I think it's best I don't even begin to analyse it. However, he is something of a hunk himself and so I got over it. I say "male romantic lead", incidentally - his part was about as developed as McAdams' bust. Zing! That's right, I went there. Great ass though.
This was not a deep or serious or good film. It was however a bundle of silly silly fun. Diane Keaton was absolutely fantastic, giving every impression of having a whale of a time. Harrison Ford never quite hit the right news anchor voice - it needs a bit more of an oratorical edge - but he's a reliable screen presence. Jeff Goldblum did the Jewish media mogul thing he was brought in to do. Wilson ticked each box he was presented with, delivering cringingly cheesy dialogue with a straight face and generally being a gently-quipping super-wealthy brainy beefcake. And McAdams had great legs and a great ass. What more do you need? Go watch this now.