Today is the birthday of two pretty different and yet both, in their own ways, sexy as heck actors -- Chris Pratt, goofball turned beefcake, is turning 37, while Benjamin Walker, sleek Broadway psychopath, is turning 34.
And while it's true that Ben's become the yardstick (12 inches to a yard have ya soundin' like...) by which I measure any man in tighty-whities (sidenote: yes I realize Chris is technically in boxer-briefs; let's not hang ourselves up here) I just couldn't resist it again...
"I'm not sure why you're bothering. You will never - not in a million years - give the movie anything other than a negative review. It could check every single box of personal likes for you and you would hate it because it's a Christopher Nolan film. Meanwhile, you will heap praise on a piece of vacant, emotionless dreck like A Ghost Story and never once take issue with the fact that the lead actor is a rapist. Or you will spend hours praising effervescent masturbatory indulgences like the Twin Peaks reboot as high art. You are a fraud. An emotionally stunted child who has no business offering film criticism. "
--- If Michael Kirkhere was angry at me before I'd even reviewed Dunkirk then I guess he's probably none too keen on me now after I actually wrote my none too kind review. But here's to "effervescent masturbatory indulgences" though, for sure! Them's our faves!