So, that new pirate movie came out. Which, actually, makes it sound kind of gay. Which, actually, it kind of was. Something I have no problem with. Yea subtext.
So basically, the movie could have really sucked and I would have been a happy panda so long as Norrington got to be scruffy and say, in that voice of his, that he wanted to kill Jack. Also, sword fighting. And ships. You give me sword fighting and ships and I'm pretty much going to be happy to sit for couple hours.
I'm just really easy to please like that.
Maybe tomorrow I'll think about something intelligent to say about the film, my likes (obvious) and my dislikes. I'm kind of still at the stage where I'm blinded by my love for Jack Davenport/James Norrington. Because, yes, I am a fangirl and I do rather like him a lot. Every time I try to think about the movie, I get sucked back into the ridiculous reaction I have to the character. It's kind of pathetic.
Now I want to go dig out the Jack Davenport DVDs I own and read novels by C.S. Forester and Patrick O'Brian.
Speaking of DVDs, tonight at Hastings I saw a row of Danielle Steele movies and, just for giggles, looked for the one with Joe Flanigan. They had it. Showed it to Mom and explained it as the one "where Joe is a gay photographer." She took one look at him and said, "Well, he looks like a gay photographer." And, hey, Leo from Charmed was in it. I forgot about that.
So basically, the movie could have really sucked and I would have been a happy panda so long as Norrington got to be scruffy and say, in that voice of his, that he wanted to kill Jack. Also, sword fighting. And ships. You give me sword fighting and ships and I'm pretty much going to be happy to sit for couple hours.
I'm just really easy to please like that.
Maybe tomorrow I'll think about something intelligent to say about the film, my likes (obvious) and my dislikes. I'm kind of still at the stage where I'm blinded by my love for Jack Davenport/James Norrington. Because, yes, I am a fangirl and I do rather like him a lot. Every time I try to think about the movie, I get sucked back into the ridiculous reaction I have to the character. It's kind of pathetic.
Now I want to go dig out the Jack Davenport DVDs I own and read novels by C.S. Forester and Patrick O'Brian.
Speaking of DVDs, tonight at Hastings I saw a row of Danielle Steele movies and, just for giggles, looked for the one with Joe Flanigan. They had it. Showed it to Mom and explained it as the one "where Joe is a gay photographer." She took one look at him and said, "Well, he looks like a gay photographer." And, hey, Leo from Charmed was in it. I forgot about that.