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Post by Scully Z. on May 1, 2012 10:49:15 GMT -6
Okay. I knew this would be somewhat, to paraphrase Borat, "sexytimes", which is fab, but I was not prepared for what happened when I clicked 'play'. The below is a pretty accurate summation of me watching it. Oh my stars and garters, people. Am I just really sheltered and square? Oh God. WOW. However, a few things: 1) James Wilby SPEAKS FRENCH?! And a more than passable accent? Still sounds a bit more British than Parisian, but... 2) He drives a HOG in this one. James Wilby on a motorcycle. Yes, please. Thanks. 3) What is up with French films and boobs everywhere? Because there are literally, like, a million-and-one breasts flying about in this film. Pretty much everyone wears these outfits that are seriously tailor-made for maximum wardrobe malfunction. 4) That said, yeah, I think I pretty much need a breast lift after seeing this. 5) I generally despise facial hair in all its variations and incarnations. However, Wilby rocks it in this film. He, thus far in my almost-38 years, is to date the only man who can rock that look in my opinion. And now back to my original point. (locks thread for her own good)
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