Demon Barbers and Flat Screen TVs
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grrgoylIt was with no small amount of glee that Tery delivered the latest "Entertainment Weekly" to me, due mostly to it having this to say for itself on the cover:
The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
Don't get me wrong, I like Johnny just fine, and I want to see this movie so badly I can taste it. However, my excitement was amped up several notches when I spied this photo inside:
Demon Barber with unsuspecting (but thoroughly delicious) evil Judge Turpin
You'd think that, with a half-page photo of him, the article would at least allude at some point to Alan Rickman. You would be wrong. Plenty about what it's like to work with Tim Burton's lovecat Helena Bonham Carter, and even Sacha Baron "who cares it's only Borat" Cohen, but about my beautiful, beautiful, underrated and underused man, not a peep. Tery told me "not everyone thinks he's as hot as you do." She obviously hasn't read Salon.com's "Sexiest Men Living" picks; he's not the highest ranking, but they have this to say about him: "there's just something about the man that's smart and complicated and tender and a little dangerous that makes your mind start wandering into filthy corners while you're sitting there, innocently trying to watch a "Harry Potter" movie with your kids." Oh yes. This picture of him makes me want to lick his beard stubble.
At the very least, I'm hoping this movie will lend some cachet to the Cruella de Vil skunk stripe again, so I can be the height of fashion.
~*~
My employer is offering a 2-week production bonus that includes a drawing for the grand prize of a 42" Phillips Flat Panel TV and a second prize of a 160GB iPod. I suppose the iPod would be nice, but man, I would LOVE that TV. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted it so badly I could cry. Badly enough that if I don't win it, I might seriously consider buying one (probably smaller) for Christmas. We've been staring at this 27" Sony for about 15 years now, and have been told by a salesman that these old tube TVs last forever -- which was good news before I got it into my head that I would really like a newer, bigger model. It's hard to justify that kind of expense to replace something that isn't broken, but I'm trying.
Dear God, if I win that 42" TV, I swear I'll NEVER complain about my job again. Ever! -- oh, and I'll start believing in you again. -love, Elaine
The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
Don't get me wrong, I like Johnny just fine, and I want to see this movie so badly I can taste it. However, my excitement was amped up several notches when I spied this photo inside:
Demon Barber with unsuspecting (but thoroughly delicious) evil Judge Turpin
You'd think that, with a half-page photo of him, the article would at least allude at some point to Alan Rickman. You would be wrong. Plenty about what it's like to work with Tim Burton's lovecat Helena Bonham Carter, and even Sacha Baron "who cares it's only Borat" Cohen, but about my beautiful, beautiful, underrated and underused man, not a peep. Tery told me "not everyone thinks he's as hot as you do." She obviously hasn't read Salon.com's "Sexiest Men Living" picks; he's not the highest ranking, but they have this to say about him: "there's just something about the man that's smart and complicated and tender and a little dangerous that makes your mind start wandering into filthy corners while you're sitting there, innocently trying to watch a "Harry Potter" movie with your kids." Oh yes. This picture of him makes me want to lick his beard stubble.
At the very least, I'm hoping this movie will lend some cachet to the Cruella de Vil skunk stripe again, so I can be the height of fashion.
~*~
My employer is offering a 2-week production bonus that includes a drawing for the grand prize of a 42" Phillips Flat Panel TV and a second prize of a 160GB iPod. I suppose the iPod would be nice, but man, I would LOVE that TV. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted it so badly I could cry. Badly enough that if I don't win it, I might seriously consider buying one (probably smaller) for Christmas. We've been staring at this 27" Sony for about 15 years now, and have been told by a salesman that these old tube TVs last forever -- which was good news before I got it into my head that I would really like a newer, bigger model. It's hard to justify that kind of expense to replace something that isn't broken, but I'm trying.
Dear God, if I win that 42" TV, I swear I'll NEVER complain about my job again. Ever! -- oh, and I'll start believing in you again. -love, Elaine
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yeah well, this is the only icon I have that is anything to do with Rickman
Date: 2007-11-14 11:06 pm (UTC)I don't mind rape sometimes, but I just can't imagine Rickman raping anyone as any of his characters. Wasn't the barber after the judge because he raped the barber's wife and caused her to commit suicide?
RE the clip: Ha, that sex scene was so awkward. Is the movie good? I thought it was dull at first (why are British writers so keen on having a wankfest all over the dialog? Who talks like that?) but the last few seconds make me want to find out what happens in the rest of the movie. Srsly, who the hell would cheat on him?
yeah well, it's hilarious and I'm stealing it
Date: 2007-11-15 04:56 pm (UTC)I can't imagine Rickman rape either....hang on. He tried to rape Maid Marian in that Robin Hood movie I'm trying so hard to forget about. He does play delicious villains. I don't remember enough of the story of Sweeney Todd, I'm not sure, though it wouldn't surprise me. Those Victorians were sick fucks.
The movie is tedious except for Alan's parts. Clive Owen and whoever plays Alan's wife are indeed siblings (in the movie), but I can't figure out which is more skeevy, their incest or the fact that they're generally unattractive people. As far as cheating on him, I can't imagine it either, although in the movie he's a bit of a pompous, self-absorbed blowhard, albeit a gorgeous, pompous, self-absorbed blowhard. Give it a rent if you've got a free evening, or I could easily copy my bootleg (shhhhhhh) for you.