i was up above it. now im down in it.
fwooosshhaaaa.
just got done viewing the heavily anticipated sin city and am proud to say that no no no...there was no room for disappointment while my beady screwballs were glued to the screen. the cadence of the movie takes about 5 minutes for the viewer to acclimate themselves to, otherwise its like having a comic book acted out in VIVID detail. i was shocked and, dare i say it? APPALLED at points. but there was such a slick poigniancy to the cinematography of the film that the viewer cannot come away feeling clean (nor would one want to when posed the question) for sheer ability to draw you in and absorb you with the encumbancy of the individual being of the city itself. it is its own entity. and its offspring of characters only sweeten the overall ambiance. go see it. if you dont like it then you're a commie.
i got there a little early after a hard day of work and the subsequent non-bathing afterward. this caused me to notice my fellow movie patrons and the overall showmanship of appearance to attend a two hour sit down in a giant dark room with a ton of strangers. I was reminded that no, chivalry is not dead. It rears its ugly head at the promise of quivering poontang. It was a spectator sport to those of us that were looking with the right eyes and im afraid to say that those solemn souls were few and far between. Acknowledging nods were shared by the chosen. And one could feel elitist at the expense of others until you realize your entire outfit costs as much as that girls handbag. And people wonder why i go for preppie girls. THE PUNISHMENT FOR GOD SAKES!!! They've been groomed for better than you their entire lives. and i will willingly be an instrument of vendetta towards parents as long as i can see the reap of the whirlwind its my sadistic pleasure to create in the glass house thats too afraid to throw those rocks. My advice if you find yourself in that situation? Fill your pockets with your own. Theyll come in handy. Aim for people.
fwooosshhaaaa.
just got done viewing the heavily anticipated sin city and am proud to say that no no no...there was no room for disappointment while my beady screwballs were glued to the screen. the cadence of the movie takes about 5 minutes for the viewer to acclimate themselves to, otherwise its like having a comic book acted out in VIVID detail. i was shocked and, dare i say it? APPALLED at points. but there was such a slick poigniancy to the cinematography of the film that the viewer cannot come away feeling clean (nor would one want to when posed the question) for sheer ability to draw you in and absorb you with the encumbancy of the individual being of the city itself. it is its own entity. and its offspring of characters only sweeten the overall ambiance. go see it. if you dont like it then you're a commie.
i got there a little early after a hard day of work and the subsequent non-bathing afterward. this caused me to notice my fellow movie patrons and the overall showmanship of appearance to attend a two hour sit down in a giant dark room with a ton of strangers. I was reminded that no, chivalry is not dead. It rears its ugly head at the promise of quivering poontang. It was a spectator sport to those of us that were looking with the right eyes and im afraid to say that those solemn souls were few and far between. Acknowledging nods were shared by the chosen. And one could feel elitist at the expense of others until you realize your entire outfit costs as much as that girls handbag. And people wonder why i go for preppie girls. THE PUNISHMENT FOR GOD SAKES!!! They've been groomed for better than you their entire lives. and i will willingly be an instrument of vendetta towards parents as long as i can see the reap of the whirlwind its my sadistic pleasure to create in the glass house thats too afraid to throw those rocks. My advice if you find yourself in that situation? Fill your pockets with your own. Theyll come in handy. Aim for people.
sin city. i've seen it twice already. devon aoki=sex.
-me