On "Wilde" and why YOU should see it.

Now, when I saw "Wilde" in early September, it was only the last hour that I had caught, AND it was on cable. I liked it a lot, but BOY. Did I miss stuff! Just...WOW.

So, as Jadis had pointed out earlier, every movie should have Jude Law's ass as a regular feature from now on. I had not seen that feature before today, so couldn't really say, and now I can full-heartedly agree.

But not only that. What should also become a regular feature in every single movie that Hollywood now makes is Jude Law coming. Now, see, J. hadn't mentioned that part to me. And it was a LOVELY surprise. Holy shit. And, of course, there's Jude Law's stomach, and his arms, and his face, and, well. There is, of course, Jude Law. 'Nuff said.

Didn't someone say that he should play MacMurrough when/if they make "At Swim, Two Boys"? Oh, I am in FULL support of that bit of casting. Then we'd REALLY get to see his naked ass in its full glory once more. That'll be a happy day in Liz-Land.

All right, now to the movie. I didn't think it was possible for a movie to come out with so much blatant gay sex in it, but hurrah! Hell has frozen over. No, but I am glad that they didn't pretend that everything was all chaste and pretty. Yes, there were rent boys involved. Yes, men really do fuck up the ass. And, no, there isn't anything wrong with it.

Tom Wilkinson scared me, he really did. What a frightening, unforgiving man. I actually felt bad for Bosie, even though I wanted to thrash him for more than half the movie, as well. *sigh* He really didn't deserve Wilde, no matter how pretty he may have been. (Oh, Oscar...)

However, who was that...that...absolute...Greek God that played John Gray? Holy shit! Have never seen him before in my life, hope to see much more of him in the - hopefully near - future.

But the movie really was wonderful - and so fucking sad. It was so horrible, to see Oscar Wilde - AND Stephen Fry, for that matter - in a prison, when he should have been sitting in some beautiful English garden, writing beautiful plays, books, poetry, whatever else. People suck. I believe Houie and I discussed this fully last night, and it still amazes me how far fear can take someone. How it can so quickly grow into disgust and hatred, and fuel so much destruction and pain.

I was watching the part where he is being taken out of court and escorted to prison, and all the while, men and women are standing all around, calling him a pervert, sick, disgusting, spitting at him, and being so absolutely horrible, and out of those people, I bet not one has actually sat down and thought about it. Not one! Not one has actually gone through the process of explaining to him or herself why "buggery" is "bad", and "immoral". They probably only came as far as "I don't understand", and "it's differnet". And that makes it horrible. But that makes absolutely no sense to me! If people would just...just thought about this! If they would only just walk themselves through the process of working out exactly why homosexuality may happen, and how - not even why, but the reason why you cannot change who you are, and therefore, it is nobody's fault. And that it ISN'T wrong, if it happens, it's natural! It's still LOVE, dammit, and when two people really DO love each other, or care about one another, it's beautiful, and why should we deny it? Or, hell, if two people just want to fuck, what the hell is wrong with that?!

Argh. Ok, turning into another rant. But people make little sense to me, sometimes. There are few in this world that I respect, in all honesty. It may sound horrible, but I sometimes really hate people. I hate that they just DON'T THINK.

But anyway...

Said Houie showed me a lovely little picture that everybody should see. Yes, that is Elijah Wood. And, yes, that is also Orlando Bloom. And no, that isn't a friendly hug.

Like I said, friendly hugs don't start out in the groin area. And if you have ever been dry-humped, you know what it looks like. It looks like that.

Heh.

Thought I'd share with the world. Thank you, Houie.

EDITED TO ADD this, and this...AND...THIS.

Oh, and yes. This.

YES.

Enjoy.

Anyway. I think I may watch highlights from "Wilde" later tonight, after family goes to sleep. (They were out shopping earlier, so I took advantage of that.) Hmmmmm.... *contemplating*

Now, don't forget, everyone. Listen to "All Things Considered" on NPR today to hear our lovely Headmistresses and other faculty members of The Sugar Quill talk all about how fanfiction REWLS. I, for one, am very very excited. :-D

And, on a totally different note, you know how ancient Egyptians believed that your brain leaked out every time you sneezed? Well, if that were true, I'd be a brain-less zombie by now. Ick. I have gone through at least two boxes of tissues while home. There's something wrong with that. I know there is.

Over and out and achooo. I mean, aroooooooo.

On there being so much CRAXiness, it should be made illegal.

Ok, so this day has turned out to be completely amazing, in a really strange sort of way.

Happy things that have happened -

1) The pictures. Oh, my. Nothing says "happiness" quite like two pretty boys jumping each other in front of a few hundred people.

For more, please refer here, and here. Yes, they are holding hands, people. And it's adorable. *sigh* cokerry and I squealed like the slashy fangirls that we are, and it was beautiful. I can't believe that she, of all people, would think about whoring herself off on the set of LoTR. But, then again, that's what makes her her. Heh. For more, refer to her LJ. Ahem.

2) Parents. Bought. DVD player. WOW. 7 hour extended FoTR version here I come! I mean, wow.

It was highly amusing - they also bought a big bookshelf to put together (because soon books will simply take over our apartment, for good), and needed help bringing it upstairs. So, we hauled the thing up, my dad went downstairs to get the rest of what they bought, and my mom started making some vague comments about "how long it will take". I was thinking she was refering to the fact that I would be putting together the bookshelf (as per my request), and started getting offended - "I can do it!" She said:

"No, it's not that, I'm just talking about observational skills", and, once again, I said:

"Hey, I can pay attention, I'll be able to put it together!"

She laughed a bit, and stopped. I walked through the living room to my room, took a few steps back and stared at a corner in the living room. There, on the floor, stood a box. I think my jaw dropped. My mom is funny.

3) I got to build a bookshelf! You see, I love building stuff. I love putting things together with my hands, just like I love drawing, and making beads - I do things with my hands all the time. And when we were coming back to Boston, I suddenly remembered how much I had missed putting furniture together (I've done it before, helping my dad, and then on my own), and happened to mention it to my parents. They said that they had been planning on buying another bookshelf, and said that I could put it together, of course. And, so, I did. I felt all tough and cool. It was fun. (My dad made a crack about my mom probably never wanting to do that sort of thing when she was my age, and my mom shrugged and said: "Never would have occured to me!" I thought it was funny.)

I like playing with a hammer and screwing things.

4) N.P.R. Oh, wow. Oh, wowowowowow! Meg has the most amazing voice, it is so gorgeous. And the wonderful way that the Sugar Quill was presented! You guys truly ROX, it was fantastic. I'm still not coherent about this, but I can remember more and more things now, and I loved the answer to the all-burning question: "Do you really think that's what's going to happen, that Ron and Hermione will get together?"

"Yes. Yes yes yes yes yes. And yes."

I love you guys.

"Beat-reviewers"? Heh. Oh, well. Close enough. When they were talking about beat-ing, I was squealing to my mom - "that's what I do, mom, that's what I do!!" And when the scarves were mentioned, I was writhing on the floor - "MOOOOOOM, that's what WE looked like in NY, WOW!!" My mom enjoyed it, I think. As did my dad, who was fiddling with his new toy. I made them not talk for the whole thing, and they did very well, for which I thank them.

Oh, we are such DORX. But we are smart DORX, and that's all that matters. We are DORX that have FUN.

And, dude. The analyst guy said that it's totally ethical if he wants to imagine Harry in a passionate embrace with a Weasley brother, or all of them together. I mean, it doesn't get much better than that, save for puppy love.

Mwahahahahahaha...

We WILL take over the world, just you watch.

Errr...

6) Squealing about all of the above with very fun people. I love being supplied with pretty pictures (thank you, darling!), and supplying others with them (*smirk*, *smirk*) And just generally getting to talk to various cool people.

And tonight I watch the highlights of "Wilde". For there are several. Ten points to Gryffindor to whoever can spot the quote.

I just wish J would come back online so I could squeal all about Jude...

And, speaking of which, it should be illegal to be this beautiful.

Forgot to mention this earlier. Orlando Bloom has an absolutely gorgeous little scene in "Wilde", as a rent boy. Nothing really happens, except for a look being exchanged. It's absolutely breathtaking. I commend Oscar Wilde for not yielding to temptation - if it had been me, I would have flown across the street straight into his arms, beginning him to take me. *sigh*

And, yes, I do find it intensely amusing that he plays a rent boy. Make no mistake about it.

Good night. And pleasant dreams. I know that at least three of you will have them. *mwah*