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Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Hotties & Hollywood & Men, Oh My

So this week's people with the "Sexiest Man Alive!" is here. And do you know what? I haven't even picked it up. Matthew McConnah..whatever. Can't spell it, don't care to learn. I know I'm getting old, but even in my younger days when Tom Cruise burst onto the scene in his choneys in "Risky Business", I didn't like the pretty boys. What happened to the real men? Cary Grant, John Wayne, William Holden. Now there were some men! These men look like they have everything waxed and sprayed with fake tan.

Insider secret coming: Seth Greenwood in the Ashley books is based lookswise on a young Fred Astaire. Now before you think I'm crazy, you simply MUST see him on the big screen. Go find a theatre that shows old movies and watch how unbelievably charming he was. Now he was swoon material. And have you seen John Wayne kiss Maureen O'Hara? Or the best screen kiss ever: Cary Grant kissing Ingrid Bergman in "Notorious". It was romance people! Romance!

I feel for Hollywood because it must be hard to get those raunchy sex scenes in by scene two and make the viewer believe it's love. That's really a dilemma. I kid you not, I watched this movie on the plane (didn't watch it, just saw it on the screen when I'd look up from my laptop) I swear, everytime I looked up Salma Hayak's chest was doing something different; shimmering, shaking, etc. She didn't even STAR in that movie, her chest did. And what actor these days is good enough to play across from a great set of Hollywood implants?

On a lighter note, I will be seeing "Pride and Prejudice" this week, and can't wait. I wonder if they'll get a clue that actual romance doesn't need a sex scene.

Have a wonderful and blessed Thanksgiving. I hope you'll take the time this year to spend some time in reflection about all of your bounty. This is a great verse, both for the above and this week:
"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." Phil 4:6 - 9
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At 9:19 AM, Blogger Unknown said...

I hear ya. I, Ron Estrada, admit to enjoying a good romantic comedy. I've been disappointed a lot lately. We rented "Hope Springs" with Colin Firth (is he really considered hunkish?). The heroine got drunk and stripped in his hotel room on the first date because being naked made her feel free. Oh, give me a break. Someone got paid to write that crap! Anyway, shocking as it may seem, they're in bed in the same scene. The rest of the movie is back and forth with Firth's ex-girlfriend, who traveled from London to win him back. There is NO plot, no story, nothing, nada. This seems to be the trend. Sex within five minutes of the opening credits. You're right, Cary Grant was a real man, so was Bogie and Fred Astaire. Whatever happened to tension? We get killed when there's no tension in our scenes. But Hollywood can skip it and jump right into the sack. Okay, I'm done now. You ladies have a knack for nailing my pet peeves, but you have to get rid of the pink background, my co-workers are starting to talk.

 
At 10:07 AM, Blogger Unknown said...

Poor Ron...surrounded by us women who provoke you to think! LOL

And Kris, I adore Matthew Mc Co...whatever his name is! LOL

 
At 12:34 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sleepless in Seattle, anyone? No sex nor violence--the lovers don't even meet until the last scene, for goodness sake! But, oh, when they do...(I'm swooning here.)

 
At 12:40 PM, Blogger Unknown said...

I was just trying to explain to my husband the other day what women found attractive in men. You nailed it with "smoldering," Kristin. When a man gives you that look . . . wow!

 
At 1:36 PM, Blogger Rachel Hauck said...

It's sad that the days of men like John Wayne are like candles in the wind. We're so feminised. But, Matthew Mconnah-whatever is way better then Leonardo Dicaprio. How he ever make the sexist list I'll never know.

And you know, Hollywood should figure it out. It's everything leading up to the kiss that is fun. Then the kiss. The rest, yeah, blah, blah, we know what happens. But there's nothing like that first kiss.

 
At 12:32 AM, Blogger Unknown said...

Kristin....what is it about Matthew??? Those eyes....those expressive, insightful, soulful eyes. SIGH

 

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