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Monday, February 06, 2006

Sexually disfunctional movies; Love Object, Brokeback Mountain


Ok so to start off first we will go with the shit fest "Love Object." What kind of drugs do you have to be on to want to make a film about a man's love affair with his plastic sex-doll. Let's just say I find the concept of a young proffesional publisher spending $10,000 a jerk-off toy ludicrous. If you are really that hard up for some ass just go get a hooker or something. Not to mention the sex-doll was more dazzling in her role of sitting there looking plastic than any of the emotions displayed by this group of actors headlined by the infamous Rip Torn, from Men In Black fame. Rip Torn should have been my warning. Any movie with his name on it is likely to leave me feeling ripped off and torn from the money I spent to see the movie. I love the quote on the movie poster "A great little thriller, some genuinely creepy moments," IS THAT THE BEST REVIEW YOU COULD FIND? Holy crap that is like saying on your advertising "Not fantastic, but better than watching the paint dry!." Hell I would have rather watched paint dry. At least then I would not have walked away thinking to myself that somewhere there is a guy out there who talkes to his inflatable doll. Next up is a movie even more retarded than a movie about a guy that falls in love with his sex doll, a movie about gay cowboys....

Fagboys

Look at this shit. What the hell is the world coming to? And it is considered for an Oscar? I would find a movie about a teen wizard that battles a witch with the help of a lion in a closet more realistic than this. You could call that one Harry Potter and the lion the witch and the wardrobe. There is no such thing as gay cowboys. We should wrap John Wayne in copper coils, place some magnets around his casket and solve the energy crisis, because I'm sure he hasn't stopped spinning yet. You know I'm pro gay-rights too, I'm not even freaked out about hanging out with gay men, but I still find the concept of a love story between two cowboys to be retarded. Just to balance out the gayness that has infiltrated my blog I have posted photos of some real cowboys below. See real cowboys wear black, and on special occasions wear more black. They roll no less than for deep and they are definetly straped. Do you see even one limp wrist in the photo below? I don't think so! And you see that walk? That walk says I'm going to fuck you up with my six shooter! Not, I'm going to fuck you then suck on your 'six shooter.' No such thing as gay cowboys.

Cowboys

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