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hackthis_archive) wrote2010-07-17 02:52 pm
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So. Inception.
Joseph Gordon Levitt. Oh, how I have loved your, talented, skinny, stoner vest-wearing ass since 10 Things I Hate About You. You in suits is porn for my eyes. You are the only quasi-hipster on this earth that makes me think, "I would so tap that ass." YOU WERE FUCKING AWESOME.
Cillian Murphy. You are my Theodore Nott. I have loved you long time. You have been off doing arty business and then you show up. With a spray on-tan and I still love you. And that mouth. And those eyes. WEARING SUSPENDERS. There aren't even words for what happened in my pants.
The same goes for you Tom Hardy, most fabulous one from Layer Cake. Side note: If you have never seen Layer Cake do not pass go, go directly to Netflix.
Ken Watanabe. I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW YOUR FINE ASS WAS IN THIS MOVIE. HOW SO AWESOME AND KICKASS?
AND THE SUITS.
OH MY GOD, THE SUITS.
Do you all know how I feel about menswear? I feel like you do not know. Do you really know? Have you read my 125 page odes to men's clothes? Fine menswear is pornography to me. All eleven letters of that word. It is kink. Fetish. Catnip. Kryptonite.
Ovary-quivering, palpitation-inducing, excuse me if I pet you in the elevator beauty at its best.
You wonder what turns![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hackthis' crank? Nice suits. Pristine silk ties. A crisp oxford shirt. A gorgeous wool blend fabric. Platinum cufflinks. The perfect line at the waist. At the shoulder. The way the hem breaks across a nice Italian loafer.
And this movie.
With it's clothes and it's mind-fucking, now you see it now you don't, now you get it, now you're like, WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?
This movie was the goddamn business.
Finally a movie that lives up to its promise. It's the first movie I've seen all year that made me go, "I AM GLAD SOMEBODY MADE THIS MOVIE. EVERYBODY SHOULD SEE THIS MOVIE." Apparently I'm at the point where I only recommend one (1) movie a year (last year it was The Hurt Locker*). I believe that this year, this is that movie.
*Speaking of Jeremy Renner, how the hell is he trying to get me to watch a Ben Affleck movie and succeeding? That is power.
I didn't even mind Leonardo DiCaprio's greasy ass. That's how good this movie was.
And Lukas Haas. I heard you'd been rehabbed, but you're still as greasy and strung-out looking as ever.
The minute Inception was over I was planning my next viewing. That's how good this movie was.
I want some Arthur/Eames fic. I want Saito fic. Tell me about Yusef and all his chemistry. I needs the precious. I need Inception fic, bitches.
moneyfolder said that people on the interwebs have theories about this movie. About when the dreams started and what actually happened. Was Cobb dreaming from the first sedation or was the whole movie an inception. Did the top ever stop spinning after the fade to black (did anybody else's theatre lose a collective AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!) To be honest though? I don't care. I just want some goddamn fic for this shit.
Dear Christopher Nolan,
From my first viewing of Memento (Guy Pearce, where are you?) I knew yours was a mind to be appreciated. Adored. Cossetted. The Batman reboot. The Prestige. Where you lead I will follow. ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU LEAD ME TO MIND FUCKING BRILLIANCE. I cover you in sparkles and unicorns and shit.
Love,
X
p.s. I am gonna say though, the van going off the bridge and the resulting editing, of that slow mo fall over and over again kind of grated. And Ellen Page, sadly, your character got on my NERVES, but I really appreciated the Greek mythology angle shout out by naming you Ariadne. And the rest was spec-fucking-tacular.
For reals. ♥
Joseph Gordon Levitt. Oh, how I have loved your, talented, skinny, stoner vest-wearing ass since 10 Things I Hate About You. You in suits is porn for my eyes. You are the only quasi-hipster on this earth that makes me think, "I would so tap that ass." YOU WERE FUCKING AWESOME.
Cillian Murphy. You are my Theodore Nott. I have loved you long time. You have been off doing arty business and then you show up. With a spray on-tan and I still love you. And that mouth. And those eyes. WEARING SUSPENDERS. There aren't even words for what happened in my pants.
The same goes for you Tom Hardy, most fabulous one from Layer Cake. Side note: If you have never seen Layer Cake do not pass go, go directly to Netflix.
Ken Watanabe. I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW YOUR FINE ASS WAS IN THIS MOVIE. HOW SO AWESOME AND KICKASS?
AND THE SUITS.
OH MY GOD, THE SUITS.
Do you all know how I feel about menswear? I feel like you do not know. Do you really know? Have you read my 125 page odes to men's clothes? Fine menswear is pornography to me. All eleven letters of that word. It is kink. Fetish. Catnip. Kryptonite.
Ovary-quivering, palpitation-inducing, excuse me if I pet you in the elevator beauty at its best.
You wonder what turns
hackthis' crank? Nice suits. Pristine silk ties. A crisp oxford shirt. A gorgeous wool blend fabric. Platinum cufflinks. The perfect line at the waist. At the shoulder. The way the hem breaks across a nice Italian loafer.And this movie.
With it's clothes and it's mind-fucking, now you see it now you don't, now you get it, now you're like, WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?
This movie was the goddamn business.
Finally a movie that lives up to its promise. It's the first movie I've seen all year that made me go, "I AM GLAD SOMEBODY MADE THIS MOVIE. EVERYBODY SHOULD SEE THIS MOVIE." Apparently I'm at the point where I only recommend one (1) movie a year (last year it was The Hurt Locker*). I believe that this year, this is that movie.
*Speaking of Jeremy Renner, how the hell is he trying to get me to watch a Ben Affleck movie and succeeding? That is power.
I didn't even mind Leonardo DiCaprio's greasy ass. That's how good this movie was.
And Lukas Haas. I heard you'd been rehabbed, but you're still as greasy and strung-out looking as ever.
The minute Inception was over I was planning my next viewing. That's how good this movie was.
I want some Arthur/Eames fic. I want Saito fic. Tell me about Yusef and all his chemistry. I needs the precious. I need Inception fic, bitches.
moneyfolder said that people on the interwebs have theories about this movie. About when the dreams started and what actually happened. Was Cobb dreaming from the first sedation or was the whole movie an inception. Did the top ever stop spinning after the fade to black (did anybody else's theatre lose a collective AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!) To be honest though? I don't care. I just want some goddamn fic for this shit. Dear Christopher Nolan,
From my first viewing of Memento (Guy Pearce, where are you?) I knew yours was a mind to be appreciated. Adored. Cossetted. The Batman reboot. The Prestige. Where you lead I will follow. ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU LEAD ME TO MIND FUCKING BRILLIANCE. I cover you in sparkles and unicorns and shit.
Love,
X
p.s. I am gonna say though, the van going off the bridge and the resulting editing, of that slow mo fall over and over again kind of grated. And Ellen Page, sadly, your character got on my NERVES, but I really appreciated the Greek mythology angle shout out by naming you Ariadne. And the rest was spec-fucking-tacular.
For reals. ♥
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