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If anyone here has seen Tombstone, you ought to get a kick out of this. Or you'll be thinking what an idiot I am, for not noticing the totally obvious. If you haven't seen Tombstone, well, why haven't you? It's quite the awesome movie. Go out and rent it right now.
You know who's really awesome? Christian Bale. You know why? (Besides the fact that he's really, ridiculously hot?) He always, ALWAYS plays a badass. Even when his character doesn't seem like a badass, he secretly is. Take, for example, Velvet Goldmine. His character is a teenage glam rocker, growing up in a smallish town, with a family that's horrified by the glam rock movement. He's kinda introverted and totally babyfaced and blushy and sweet and just adorable. He's also like the bravest kid on the planet.
Take, for example, the scene in which he buys the equivalent of a David Bowie album, is told by about four people that he and his music are disgusting and wrong, goes home, mopes a little, then puts on a tiny t-shirt and goes out into the city. Okay. How many high school age kids do you know who, when flat out insulted for their taste in music by their peers, wouldn't go home, throw the record in the trash, and never, ever go out in a glam outfit again? At the very least, most kids would have to take a couple days before they could really do the glam rock thing again. But not Christian Bale. An hour after basically being told that he's a fag and he's disgusting, he goes right out and has a good time trolling the city streets in an outfit that basically screams 'Hey, guess what? I'm gay!'
That's pretty fucking cool. Later on, when his father catches him masturbating to a picture of two guy rock stars kissing and throws a fit and tells him he's brought shame on the family, he runs away to London and joins a band and wears makeup (it's SUBTLE) and platform shoes and is still adorable and innocent. Oh, and then he HAS SEX WITH EWAN MCGREGOR. Anyone who does that automatically gets an infinite number of cool points. Closet badass? Oh, I think so.
But anyway, I was watching Tombstone last night, and I got curious as to how many historical inaccuracies it has. (It's a terrific story, which usually means that's not how it happened at ALL). I looked it up, and the item 'though the movie implies that Curly Bill Brocious and Billy...can't remember his name, but he's played by Jason Priestley, are gay, really, there was no historical evidence that Curly Bill chose his partners from the opposite sides of the sheets' just pops out at me. (And I have to say, I think the nickname 'Curly Bill' might be evidence enough.) Cue me doing a mental double take.
REN: Wait, WHAT?! The movie implies WHAT? No, no way, they've got to be mistaken. I've seen this movie over twenty times! Once I watched it eleven times in a row! (I really did.) There is no WAY I could have missed that!
So I just watched the relevant scenes again. Guess what?
REN: Oh my god! Oh my god, he just went 'gimme some!' Oh my god he's got his arm around him! OH MY GOD! They so are! (genuflecting) I worship thee, oh mighty film! MY LIFE HAS JUST BEEN MADE!!
I can't believe it. They really do all but say it. I had no fucking clue. This is the best thing ever, you have no idea. Irrelevant side note: Ewan McGregor has the best smile EVER. Tombstone, incidentally, is the only movie I've ever seen where there IS possible slash, but I don't want to acknowledge it. Seriously. Between the two main characters there's this awesome friendship, and mutual respect, and some damn slashy scenes, but I just don't want there to be slash. It's one of those weird times where I actually feel introducing lust into the mix kind of cheapens the whole thing, just because of the nature of the relationship. It's like, Wyatt Earp really, genuinely respects Doc Holliday, and likes him, and pretty much no one else does. I just don't want that to be because he's got the hots for him, if that makes any sense.
Besides, the slash, while written, is just not THERE. There's slashy lines and scenarios (seriously, this movie makes me WEEP, because oh, the fantasies I could spin if it wasn't THIS pairing), but the looks and body language just aren't there. You know?
Irrelevant side note two: And suddenly there's sparkling cleavage right in his face!
You know who's really awesome? Christian Bale. You know why? (Besides the fact that he's really, ridiculously hot?) He always, ALWAYS plays a badass. Even when his character doesn't seem like a badass, he secretly is. Take, for example, Velvet Goldmine. His character is a teenage glam rocker, growing up in a smallish town, with a family that's horrified by the glam rock movement. He's kinda introverted and totally babyfaced and blushy and sweet and just adorable. He's also like the bravest kid on the planet.
Take, for example, the scene in which he buys the equivalent of a David Bowie album, is told by about four people that he and his music are disgusting and wrong, goes home, mopes a little, then puts on a tiny t-shirt and goes out into the city. Okay. How many high school age kids do you know who, when flat out insulted for their taste in music by their peers, wouldn't go home, throw the record in the trash, and never, ever go out in a glam outfit again? At the very least, most kids would have to take a couple days before they could really do the glam rock thing again. But not Christian Bale. An hour after basically being told that he's a fag and he's disgusting, he goes right out and has a good time trolling the city streets in an outfit that basically screams 'Hey, guess what? I'm gay!'
That's pretty fucking cool. Later on, when his father catches him masturbating to a picture of two guy rock stars kissing and throws a fit and tells him he's brought shame on the family, he runs away to London and joins a band and wears makeup (it's SUBTLE) and platform shoes and is still adorable and innocent. Oh, and then he HAS SEX WITH EWAN MCGREGOR. Anyone who does that automatically gets an infinite number of cool points. Closet badass? Oh, I think so.
But anyway, I was watching Tombstone last night, and I got curious as to how many historical inaccuracies it has. (It's a terrific story, which usually means that's not how it happened at ALL). I looked it up, and the item 'though the movie implies that Curly Bill Brocious and Billy...can't remember his name, but he's played by Jason Priestley, are gay, really, there was no historical evidence that Curly Bill chose his partners from the opposite sides of the sheets' just pops out at me. (And I have to say, I think the nickname 'Curly Bill' might be evidence enough.) Cue me doing a mental double take.
REN: Wait, WHAT?! The movie implies WHAT? No, no way, they've got to be mistaken. I've seen this movie over twenty times! Once I watched it eleven times in a row! (I really did.) There is no WAY I could have missed that!
So I just watched the relevant scenes again. Guess what?
REN: Oh my god! Oh my god, he just went 'gimme some!' Oh my god he's got his arm around him! OH MY GOD! They so are! (genuflecting) I worship thee, oh mighty film! MY LIFE HAS JUST BEEN MADE!!
I can't believe it. They really do all but say it. I had no fucking clue. This is the best thing ever, you have no idea. Irrelevant side note: Ewan McGregor has the best smile EVER. Tombstone, incidentally, is the only movie I've ever seen where there IS possible slash, but I don't want to acknowledge it. Seriously. Between the two main characters there's this awesome friendship, and mutual respect, and some damn slashy scenes, but I just don't want there to be slash. It's one of those weird times where I actually feel introducing lust into the mix kind of cheapens the whole thing, just because of the nature of the relationship. It's like, Wyatt Earp really, genuinely respects Doc Holliday, and likes him, and pretty much no one else does. I just don't want that to be because he's got the hots for him, if that makes any sense.
Besides, the slash, while written, is just not THERE. There's slashy lines and scenarios (seriously, this movie makes me WEEP, because oh, the fantasies I could spin if it wasn't THIS pairing), but the looks and body language just aren't there. You know?
Irrelevant side note two: And suddenly there's sparkling cleavage right in his face!