Jean Arthur Desert
Feb. 23rd, 2002 06:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
logansrogueHi all. Man! I went to the video store last night (and being my usual cock-tease self, I went in little shorts and a small top, and danced and sang in the video store whilst looking for videos. The video guy looked appropriately tormented - he does his job very well), and I was looking for Jean Arthur movies. I could only find one.
ONE?! Good gravy! What am I going to do?! I love Jean Arthur! I want MANY of her movies! I want to watch "Talk of the Town" and the one where the old guy keeps going, "Damn the torpedoes! Full speed ahead!" And I caaaan't! :( Another reason why I need a job and need to start whoring away to McAmazon.com.
Now for something completely different: I'm addicted to Roy and HG. I don't know what the hell I'm going to do when they're not on TV doing The Ice Dream anymore. They make fun of Ice Sports so incredibly well, and at the same time inspire enthuseasm in the very sports they mocking. See, I actually got *into* curling the other day. CURLING!! Then again, I was having visions of George Harrison (sniff) and Ringo Starr playing curling in HELP!, totally stoned off their nut and running miles after their curling stone explodes. It helps entertain during the event. I missed women's freeform figure skating last night, first for a Cary Grant movie (it was pretty funny), and THEN I missed most of Roy and HG for this totally wierd Charlton Heston movie called "The Awakening". I was totally pissed off. I mean, Charlton is about 50 in this, and the gy *still* insists on taking his freakin' shirt off repeatedly. Okay - in Ben Hur - it was cool. Now... oh for the love of GOD, PUT IT AWAY MAN!!! And just when his daughter gets all cool and evil - the movie finishes!!! Stupid crap movie. Then my mother started watching Richard III, with Laurence Olivier, and... wow. Is that movie ripe for MiSTing. Don't get me wrong - I love Shakespeare, but the acting in this is so... so... *achingly classical*. The thing that scares me the most is that my mother said she'd found this 'riveting' the first time she saw it. She found Laurence Olivier acting like a poof, in a codpiece and tights, with a stupid fake nose, sounding like he's breathing helium, riveting.
The woman scares me. I don't doubt LO's talent at all, but she scares me.
In other news, I'm hungry. I haven't had breakfast yet. I'm stealing my brother's chocolate pop-tarts. (Forever now called chocolate mush-filled lembas. Weet-Bix are called cram).
ONE?! Good gravy! What am I going to do?! I love Jean Arthur! I want MANY of her movies! I want to watch "Talk of the Town" and the one where the old guy keeps going, "Damn the torpedoes! Full speed ahead!" And I caaaan't! :( Another reason why I need a job and need to start whoring away to McAmazon.com.
Now for something completely different: I'm addicted to Roy and HG. I don't know what the hell I'm going to do when they're not on TV doing The Ice Dream anymore. They make fun of Ice Sports so incredibly well, and at the same time inspire enthuseasm in the very sports they mocking. See, I actually got *into* curling the other day. CURLING!! Then again, I was having visions of George Harrison (sniff) and Ringo Starr playing curling in HELP!, totally stoned off their nut and running miles after their curling stone explodes. It helps entertain during the event. I missed women's freeform figure skating last night, first for a Cary Grant movie (it was pretty funny), and THEN I missed most of Roy and HG for this totally wierd Charlton Heston movie called "The Awakening". I was totally pissed off. I mean, Charlton is about 50 in this, and the gy *still* insists on taking his freakin' shirt off repeatedly. Okay - in Ben Hur - it was cool. Now... oh for the love of GOD, PUT IT AWAY MAN!!! And just when his daughter gets all cool and evil - the movie finishes!!! Stupid crap movie. Then my mother started watching Richard III, with Laurence Olivier, and... wow. Is that movie ripe for MiSTing. Don't get me wrong - I love Shakespeare, but the acting in this is so... so... *achingly classical*. The thing that scares me the most is that my mother said she'd found this 'riveting' the first time she saw it. She found Laurence Olivier acting like a poof, in a codpiece and tights, with a stupid fake nose, sounding like he's breathing helium, riveting.
The woman scares me. I don't doubt LO's talent at all, but she scares me.
In other news, I'm hungry. I haven't had breakfast yet. I'm stealing my brother's chocolate pop-tarts. (Forever now called chocolate mush-filled lembas. Weet-Bix are called cram).
