Post by Hucklebubba on May 9, 2004 23:05:38 GMT -5
Hey, that's some good reviewin', there. Yeah, I realize "good" is a fairly lame compliment, but it lets you know I'm sincere. Were I to say "splendiferous," one might suspect I was full of it.
Anyway, I'm going to address some things now:
It's refreshing as all get out (However much that may be.) to hear someone say this. Or see them type it. Whatever.
This view is diametrically opposed to the one largely held in the area where I spent my late teen years, but that's okay, because the area where I spent my late teen years is dumb in some ways. As I understand it, in the plains states, if you don't have a brood going by the time you hit 20, your ship has sailed.
Incidentally, I'd prefer that nobody use the preceding paragraph as an opener for Midwest-bashing.
The the charade was dropped, and Luke and Ben got to have a brief laugh, right before the waitstaff started beating the living crap out of them.
...whom I cannot bring myself to like, for purely selfish reasons. Allow me to elaborate. You see, as a chauvinist man-pig, I require a certain degree of femininitity (As based on inscrutable and likely unfair standards of my own design. Am I being self-deprecating enough yet?) from actresses that I like. Julia fails quite happily in this regard.
As an example, I think my reaction to Save the Last Dance was something like, "Hey, who's the square-headed chick with the rumbling bass? Does Barry White know she raids his voicerobe?"
Anyway, I'm going to address some things now:
. Especially when you consider that this character is 21 or 22. That IS a young age to get married and undergo such a radical life shift as she would have experienced.
It's refreshing as all get out (However much that may be.) to hear someone say this. Or see them type it. Whatever.
This view is diametrically opposed to the one largely held in the area where I spent my late teen years, but that's okay, because the area where I spent my late teen years is dumb in some ways. As I understand it, in the plains states, if you don't have a brood going by the time you hit 20, your ship has sailed.
Incidentally, I'd prefer that nobody use the preceding paragraph as an opener for Midwest-bashing.
During a break from rehearsals in Toronto, Luke Mably (Eddie) and Ben Miller (Eddie's valet, Soren) went out while in character to the Four Seasons and convinced everyone that Mably was the Prince of Denmark. They were demanding tea and cake and had six waiters around them, bowing.
The the charade was dropped, and Luke and Ben got to have a brief laugh, right before the waitstaff started beating the living crap out of them.
Julia Stiles
...whom I cannot bring myself to like, for purely selfish reasons. Allow me to elaborate. You see, as a chauvinist man-pig, I require a certain degree of femininitity (As based on inscrutable and likely unfair standards of my own design. Am I being self-deprecating enough yet?) from actresses that I like. Julia fails quite happily in this regard.
As an example, I think my reaction to Save the Last Dance was something like, "Hey, who's the square-headed chick with the rumbling bass? Does Barry White know she raids his voicerobe?"
