Well, there was an overwhelming unusually large response to the last movie review about The Disturbing Mr. Ripley. Apparently, my female audience didn’t find the frontal male nudity as offensive as Joe and I did. In fact, some used the words “sexy” and “enjoyed” and “what a package” with respect to the bathtub scene with Jude Law. Thankfully, I didn’t see any of this nonsense. It was my turn to hide my eyes and Joe’s turn to tell me when it was over. So anyway, if you’re a girl, you won’t mind the nudity as much, but they still agree that it was long and stupid (the movie, and the schlong).
Hey. For those of you out there that didn’t stop watching football because of the travesty that was the Buffalo Bills game last weekend, Tony, Flynn, and I are having a Superbowl party on, well, Superbowl Sunday. The game will probably be around 6 PM, but there will be hype on all day starting at sometime around noon. You and 3 of your close friends are permitted to show up any time after noon. Actually, there will probably be hype going on well before noon, but that’s when I plan on waking up. Anyway, come over if you don’t already have plans. We have an 87 inch TV with 3D capability and we’ll have lots of food and beer. And we’re going to have one of those betting boards where if you have the last digits of the score correct, you win money. I’m sure most of you know what I’m talking about. If not, well, we’re gonna have beer. And the money that you win is only fake money, in case any of you are cops out there. Let me know if you plan on coming just so I know how much food and beer (or non-alcoholic beverage, if you’re into that) to buy. You don’t need a ticket and you can still come if you didn’t tell me you were going to, especially if you bring a sexy chick or Doug Flutie, but I’d consider it a favor. Tell your friends too. Unless you’re from Jessup. In which case, we’re moving. OK. Superbowl Party on Sunday the 30th in TOR. Cleaning-Up Party Monday the 31st. Please don’t RSVP because that’s a French thing to do. Just call me instead. 410-715-9865.
Well, among the many responders to the whole Mr. Ripley thing was a former resident of mine. She certainly appears to be a big Jude Law advocate. I didn’t even know the dude’s name before she wrote me. She didn’t use the phrase “didn’t turn me off” like Leigh, but she was certainly upset about his exit from the film. Anyway, she signed off her criticism of my criticism by saying…
Quote Of the Day 1/10/99
“Enjoy my two cents for what it’s worth.”
What is two cents worth nowadays anyway? Like maybe 4 cents? It’s gotta be at least 3 1/2. I’ll check on that.
Never watered down,
The Talented Mr. Whistlehead.
Still Standing Right Here…