I was supposed to go see Troy tonight with my husband and spacezombie, but my living dead friend was more dead than living, and so couldn't make it. And let me tell you, he missed out on SOO much.
HAH. I did tell you so. Naked!oiled!Orli should have a decent warning on it first, so one can hide one's eyes. (Or, depending entirely on one's feelings about the man, shift into a more... comfortable position. Ahem.)
And the belly dancers? Creepy. 'Cause I'm absolutely serious when I say I was thinking of you when they came on.
"Hah! I know a hooker!"
...Okay, so that's not exactly what I thought (DON'T HIT ME)
I think all I managed was a "Hey, Naamah does that" before I was distracted by having to inform all my fellow cinema-mates that "Aww, look, Hector wants to go with them up there too!".
I was seriously cracking up through most of the movie. I almost died when they just threw poor Orlando up there with no clothes or anything. The poor kid must've been standing there for hours. And who oiled him?
I'm so glad I'm not in movies. I would hate being treated like a piece of meat.
The dancers were hot, and the costumes were cool, but they didn't look like something you could actually dance in. We all know how flexible women in corsets are. I tried a basic belly roll while I was strapped into a corset at the renfair, and thought my uterus was going to come shooting out.
* Giant, burning tumbleweeds. Ahem. Giant, burning, explosive tumbleweeds. Or maybe those were runners-up for world's biggest balls of string. I can't tell.
My friend and I called them the "hop lights". (Har har har.) :)
Ohh...bits of my poor beleaguered anatomy are threatening to break loose from the laughter. My eternal adoration is thine, lady. I'd metaquote you but I'll be damned if I'd know where to begin, much less end.
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And the belly dancers? Creepy. 'Cause I'm absolutely serious when I say I was thinking of you when they came on.
"Hah! I know a hooker!"
...Okay, so that's not exactly what I thought (DON'T HIT ME)
I think all I managed was a "Hey, Naamah does that" before I was distracted by having to inform all my fellow cinema-mates that "Aww, look, Hector wants to go with them up there too!".
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::waves stick menacingly::
I was seriously cracking up through most of the movie. I almost died when they just threw poor Orlando up there with no clothes or anything. The poor kid must've been standing there for hours. And who oiled him?
I'm so glad I'm not in movies. I would hate being treated like a piece of meat.
The dancers were hot, and the costumes were cool, but they didn't look like something you could actually dance in. We all know how flexible women in corsets are. I tried a basic belly roll while I was strapped into a corset at the renfair, and thought my uterus was going to come shooting out.
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On all points.
You just inspired me to type up the review I wrote immediately after seeing the movie, incidentally.
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If I could just get some of those killer tumbleweeds for my yard, it would solve the stray-children problem nicely.
And I had not seen that community before. Jesus, that's a riot. Had to add it. Thanks! ;)
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My friend and I called them the "hop lights". (Har har har.) :)
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That's the worst pun I've heard all week! NOOOOO!
Love it!
::rofl::
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Marry me?
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(Meaningless sex, now . . . that's open for negotiation. Hell. I'll even bring the corset.)
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And yes, do bring the corset - but not the relatives.
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I came here via metaquotes, I liked what I read and my icon agrees with you a lot.
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(But he's so cute.)
That is hilarious!
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