Go see Moulin Rouge, dammit!
Jul. 8th, 2001 01:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
devilgrrlI just came in from the movies. Oh. My. God. Moulin Rouge is the best movie ever and I would definitely like to molest Nicole Kidman.. Mmmm....
Anyhow, the movie was very good. However, because I am anal retentive, I am going to point out its flaws. Firstly, dammit, Ewan McGregor is supposed to be British, not Scottish.. I understand he's lovely and all, but that bothered me throughout the movie. Second, whereas the whole consumption angle was pretty novel, it still made it waaay to easy to guess the ending. Third, rip off Titanic much?
Other than that, awesome cinematography, beautiful costumes, good acting/singing.. It was definitely decadent (god, I love that word.) *drooldrooldrool*
Other than that, Kir got her nose pierced today and she promised to show me images tomorrow. Everyone should go to her site and sign her gbook because she's adorable and (I think) she looks like Kirstin Dunst, but not blonde.
Thank you, Samantha. That makes little to no sense.
I also owe Alex and email. I'm chatting with Jenn right now and she was sharing with me a story about some sad excuse for a guy who got some girl pregnant. He now wants nothing to do with said girl, excusing his porcine behaviour by saying that she "followed him 24/7" and "she kept bugging me and well when you are a guy and a chick asks for it you give it".
Of course, this sparkling gem of manhood wasn't aware that sex causes pregnancy. Such trials he must have to live through, with all his belchin', drinkin', and the scratchin' and rearrangin' of his genitals in public places. And god knows, men have no control over their sexual urges and must fuck everything with a vulva.
Hey asshole, there are these really novel things called condoms... They prevent pregnancy. Do the world a favour and use one, so you never spawn again.
De-evolution at its best, right there. That's my proof that we, as a species, are getting less and less intelligent.
I'm moving to So. Pleasant street because I am just so pleasant.
Right now, actually, I am going to eat my donut, take a Clartin, and go to bed thinking dirty thoughts about Nicole Kidman.
Anyhow, the movie was very good. However, because I am anal retentive, I am going to point out its flaws. Firstly, dammit, Ewan McGregor is supposed to be British, not Scottish.. I understand he's lovely and all, but that bothered me throughout the movie. Second, whereas the whole consumption angle was pretty novel, it still made it waaay to easy to guess the ending. Third, rip off Titanic much?
Other than that, awesome cinematography, beautiful costumes, good acting/singing.. It was definitely decadent (god, I love that word.) *drooldrooldrool*
Other than that, Kir got her nose pierced today and she promised to show me images tomorrow. Everyone should go to her site and sign her gbook because she's adorable and (I think) she looks like Kirstin Dunst, but not blonde.
Thank you, Samantha. That makes little to no sense.
I also owe Alex and email. I'm chatting with Jenn right now and she was sharing with me a story about some sad excuse for a guy who got some girl pregnant. He now wants nothing to do with said girl, excusing his porcine behaviour by saying that she "followed him 24/7" and "she kept bugging me and well when you are a guy and a chick asks for it you give it".
Of course, this sparkling gem of manhood wasn't aware that sex causes pregnancy. Such trials he must have to live through, with all his belchin', drinkin', and the scratchin' and rearrangin' of his genitals in public places. And god knows, men have no control over their sexual urges and must fuck everything with a vulva.
Hey asshole, there are these really novel things called condoms... They prevent pregnancy. Do the world a favour and use one, so you never spawn again.
De-evolution at its best, right there. That's my proof that we, as a species, are getting less and less intelligent.
I'm moving to So. Pleasant street because I am just so pleasant.
Right now, actually, I am going to eat my donut, take a Clartin, and go to bed thinking dirty thoughts about Nicole Kidman.