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Because c'mon! Shame on Invasion's slowburn peril for not providing them a more frequent showcase. Wentworth Miller
He's my boyfriend. He is. No, he just is. He's all green-eyed, widow's-peaked, melting-pot hotness and oiled-massage voice. He's it. • past loves • |
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The Big Dig Will Save Us All
Because after the ferry, when it commenced unabashedly and swiftly to SUCK, I pretty much tuned out and started braiding my hair in the dark. I know endings are hard, Señor Spielberg-o, but didn't H.G. Wells already write this one for you? What a disappointment, too, because the the rest of the movie was damn visceral and scary. The inexorability of the invasion kind of made me sick to my stomach, even though it was clear just what was going to shit on the aliens' extermination parade from the first CGI paramecium wiggling its cilia to the tune of the obligatory Morgan Freeman voiceover. And she still looks sort of creepy, but Dakota Fanning is turning into a good little actress. Her anxiety made me anxious. She was the real emotional connection, not to mention a fair off-screen beginner equestrian. How much did I love that they worked in the Walk/Trot/Canter? How telling is it that the thing I got most excited about what the mention of the Walk/Trot/Canter? Well, that and the river full of bodies! Sweet. jlb | 00:43 |
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