RPF – Brad Pitt/George Clooney -- When I'm Sixty Four

slodwick made K and I iconses! Here's to you, sweetie, since I know your birthday is just around the corner, too. And here's to getting older, because really, it's not that bad at all. Rinse. Wash. Repeat.


RPF/RPS
Brad Pitt, George Clooney & mentions of, like, other people.


When I'm Sixty-Four


( I used to write things that weren't RPS; I know this. I hope this time will soon come around again, but until it does, let's just get as much mileage out of this trip in hell as possible. This story contains flirting, male vanity, phone calls, Max the Pig, references to Matt Damon, Lindsey Lohan, James Bond, mid-life crises, more male vanity, sex, Jake Gyllenhaal (I'm weak, sue me) and like, other stuff )

And the queue was longer than the lies told by politicans.

I loved it.

GoF. Did you think I was talking about something else? Feh.

I mean, yes, they took liberties, and okay, editing for time always sucks, but alas, everything cannot be a six hour BBC adaptation. I went in so spoiler-free I hadn't even read half the magazines that'd come across my desk, because they had articles and photographs. Now I can read them.

So, yeah, loved it. Loved Neville. And Cedric. Loved the twins, who totally were sorted in the wrong house. And when the hell is Rupert Grint legal again?

( Okay, so I have like one quibble. Or maybe more than one. )