hi shlarts, actors like to bandy words around like 'truth' and 'motivation' and 'the truth of the moment' and 'the truth for a given character at a given time'............. it's a real lot of bullshit....... you're aware there's a movie called silence of the lambs and in it Migs, a crazy guy locked up, throws his jism at Agent Starling's hair...... that's the real truth ok.......... so when you get all these fluffy dumb hollywood moments between scenes for all the fat bitches in america (male and female) addicted to prozac etc, where they get to imagine what life is like for the non fatties, that's the kind of nonsensical scenes you see in 'grudge match' between sylvestor stallone and kim bassinger, at no point between these two thespians' portrayels, did i feel like i was really watching two old flames relive their past together, it just looked like two actors, sylvester stallone and kim bassinger who should have just been hurling jism at eachother's hair, or maybe bassinger could leave a snail trail or something....... but that would really be the truth.............
robert deniro........ the truth, how long did it look like bob spent working out getting ready to portray a boxer, about as long as it took Migs to produce the truth (not long)........his tits were all sagging down, he didn't look like a boxer.......... old guys boxing is not a joke, Joe Bugden became world heavyweight champion during a lull in skills around Tyson's time when he was almost 50 years old, but he never had saggy boobs
apart from the above mentioned, this movie gets a pass
tarantino, we all know who he is, but here's something i didn't know, until a few months ago when i gave some random guy a cab ride here in sydney, he was telling me how his daughter was getting shtooped a few times by tarantino (not the way he phrased it, but the truth anyway) and as a special honor, tarantino decides to use her last name as the author of some fictitious, non-existent book 'the tales of kurrajong' in kill bill, and also the same surname (which was my taxi customer's family name) in some other movie of his, all to honor my taxi customer's daughter who was a shtoop buddy of tarantino -- she later went on to marry some german cinematographer that had shot some of tarantino's movies or someone else's movies who knows..... the shtoop girl's dad in my car, he'd actually been married enough times to be considered a moslem (although never to his cousins) and probably had kids with all kinds of his wives - so there you go, relationships in the west
benji has just quit smoking again and gone vegetarian and running a mile and a half in about 20 minutes a few times a week --- feeling great --- completely gotten used to being on one's own again, more or less alone..... working like six days a week and hanging out with american buddy Sam on sundays and attending church or snorkelling on sundays, etc..... couldn't be better, there are 48 days of this scenario left before the family returns........ after that it will be challenging to stay vegetarian/non-smoker/regular exerciser, am thinking
“The fire seven times tried this,
Seven times tried that judgment is,
That did never choose amiss.
Some there be that shadows kiss.
Such have but a shadow’s bliss.
There be fools alive, iwis,
Silvered o'er—and so was this.
Watch what movie thou wist on the silver screen,
I will ever be your head.
So be gone. You are sped."
hey, you know what I'd pay to see at the cinema? A Hollywood movie all done in Hindi language with American actors and subtitles, generally though, not interested in going to cinema
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