Showing posts with label I Keeeeeeeeed. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I Keeeeeeeeed. Show all posts

14 March 2009

If Leo Laporte Pointed It Out on Twitter, I Guess I Won't Be a Misogynist to Embed the Video Here...



A collection of European women, driving (poorly).

(via Leo Laporte, in turn who tips his cap to ds1069, so any women who want to point out how unfair this portrayal of women drivers is in the above video, please direct your complaints to Youtube user, ds1069, and given that he lists his location as Ukraine, I wouldn't be at all surprised if he was a touch misogynistic himself)

(prejudice against women is a bad thing, prejudice against people who are presumably ethnic Russians or Ukrainians, that's OK, cause those dudes deserve it)

16 March 2007

It's Time For Mr. Sullivan To Come Out of the Closet

Sullivan needs to come out, and soon.

Which closet you ask? The folks having viewed the film 300 closet, that's which closet.

Can he say with a straight face (or even an honestly gay face), that he hasn't already seen this film numerous times?

I think he's just crafting which side of a variety of issues he wants to use this film as support for.

Does he join the left in calling it homophobic, fascist and racist?

Or does he join the right and call it a rousing return to patriotism and inambiguity in Hollywood filmmaking?

His one (fence straddling) post on this film promised that should he see it, he'd review it, and he's had plenty of time to go out and catch a screening. I have trouble believing that a film featuring so many hard abs and thrusting spears wouldn't immediately pique his interest.

On a similar note, would the promise of hot chicks running around half naked mixed with rousingly old fashion storytelling get my ass into a theatre seat?

Hollywood, I think you know the answer, so make it happen, again and again, and when I mean hot chicks, I don't mean Charlize Theron in fetish wear in a toned down PG-13 version of a bizarre Eurocomic, I mean a kick-ass version of Wonder Woman with plenty of sister Amazons also running around in their mostly naked glory, and go ahead and embrace the R rating, and while you are at it, throw in a little sapphic love play, I won't mind a bit.

(the likelihood that Wonder Woman will kick any sort of ass has been greatly reduced now that Joss Whedon has been kicked off the project)