Joy to the world, all the boys and girls

watching #neilbrennan special on netflix – just had to ask OH ‘honey, is MY titty game bananas?’  He say, ‘baby, it’s the whole damn fruitbowl!’ #tittygame #bananas #ROMANCE

I might replace ‘loving guys loving guys’ with ‘honey says my tittygame’s bananas!’ on my blog header. What say you, peeps?

Seriously, Neil Brennan is awesome, and funny, and sad, and naughty!  Check ‘im out!

Merry Christmas folks.  Have a good one.

 

image – https://www.flickr.com/photos/geyergus/ licence https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/2.0/ unaltered.

 

smiles to the people who be wearin’ a frown

It’s terrifying how many cheesy rom-coms lurk in the dark places of Netflix – and it’s even more terrifying, how many of them I’ve watched, now.

So I will totally cop to watching Queen Latifah’s Last Holiday, last w/end.

Latifah’s dying, right?  Isn’t she?  Is she?  Isn’t she?  She’s pining for her cute not-quite-boyfriend, she’s off on a spending spree, she’s really alive for the first time in her life anyhow…

It was… it wasn’t terrible.  That’s all I’m saying.  And I took this away from it with me.  And that made it worthwhile.

 

finished sense8 season 2 finale

…and all I can say is, ridiculous.  Ridiculous.  and also, big respect to Sun for HOT DAMN ROCKING THOSE SILVER PANTS right on sister!

Can’t find a pic with a, ahem, better view.  But take it from me, or better yet just watch the ep.  Season 2 is worth watching, because at least it always has Lito and Sun, however daft it gets.

but as I say.  It brings to mind the immortal words of Matt Damon in Will & Grace:

‘Rockin’ ass!: for he himself has said it, and it’s greatly to his credit!

SPOILERISH…->

great names in the credits

2nd post in my occasional series!  (Well, okay, I’m pretty sure I posted about it on Twitter once.)  Just an occasional call-out for a truly great, joyful, charming, funny name spotted in the long list of credits to a film or TV show, something to make you smile.

And, ta-da… Today, to bring you happy news of an amazingly-monickered individual, I have to… admit that I watched Did You Hear About The Morgans? on Netflix.  Well, I did!  I liked it, too!  Certainly, amongst the dearth of decent rom-coms on Netflix – and, yikes, they really have to step up their game in that regard – it qualifies as a minor classic.  Especially Mary Steenburgen tooling around as Mary Wheeler, the down-home country-gal special agent who plays with guns like they’re comic-book figurines brand-new in package.  And Hugh Grant, running away from slightly bemused bears.  (They seemed like a good match, Hugh and the bear. Maybe more than him and Parker.)

Never mind the film, though.  (Well, do mind it.  Watch it.  I swear it’s good!  Good enough that I watched it in English, French, and Spanish.  So far.  Must check if it’s available in Polish.)  But the name!  What’s the memorable, funny, fabulous name in the credits?

Ta-da!  Quirt Hunt, that’s who?  Now, I don’t know who Quirt is, or what he does.  But he has a pretty amazing name, right?

Especially if it’s not just rhyming slang, an alternative to Alan Smithee for someone who didn’t want to be credited for their work on a Hugh Grant vehicle.  Big shout out to you, Quirt.  You, Hugh and the bear, I hope you had a fabulous time making this cute and daffy little film.

 

 

Netflix infidelity pt. 2: Netflix fidelity

Yeah, you know what Netflix cheating is already.  A sneaky episode when you’ve got an afternoon off work, and then feigning laughs and interest when you ‘watch’ with your partner later that evening.  Then you can’t sleep – BECAUSE OF THE GUILT! – in the night.  You get up, pick up the console and oops, that’s three episodes now!  After that it’s all downhill.  Three days later you’ve finished the season, but you’ve still got to re-watch it all with your poor betrayed, unsuspecting OH…

Yeah.  sob.  What about the other side of the coin, though?  When a show doesn’t irresistibly draw you in like a magnet.  When you couldn’t give a toss about it.  When you wouldn’t be watching it in the first place if your partner hadn’t coaxed you into it with promises that ‘yeah, the first ep’s a bit slow, but they say it reeally gets going later!’

And five nights and ten eps later, they’re still having to coax.  and pout.  while you cling to the computer screen, spend an hour and a half in the bath, and then twenty minutes pouring wine and putting snacks in bowls in the kitchen.  Until they finally frogmarch you to the sofa, for another evening of Netflixed bliss, watching paint dry for two hours, hand in hand…

 

(not literally watching paint dry, right?  they got rid of the screen saver Fireplace For Your Home shows, didn’t they?)

 

Just kidding anyway.  Travellers isn’t that bad.

Netflix Review: Catch And Release (2006)

I don’t have very high standards for what I’ll watch on Netflix in the last hour or so before I toddle off to bed.  Really anything that’ll quiet my mind and lull me pleasantly with a few laughs or a little light romance is fine.  So this fit the bill perfectly the other night, I thought: what looked to be a subpar 2006 romcom featuring Jennifer Garner and Timothy Olyphant.

I selected ‘play’, settled back and prepared to zone out.  And it was…

Good.  Quite good.  I don’t mean to sound amazed.  Jennifer Garner has been in good films before.  But it was… funny.  And the setup was dark as heck, and there was a lot more comedy involved than romance.  Even though TO and JG were hot as hell together.

Timothy Olyphant, though.  Can we talk about Timothy Olyphant?  I had to check how old he was in this on IMDB, because I couldn’t believe the evidence of my eyes.

38.  He was thirty-fucking-eight.  48 now, 38 then.

He could have been playing 23, for God’s sake.  I didn’t look that well at 18, never mind thirty-fucking-eight.  (eta: and in a Dead Kennedys tshirt, too!  TO is just unfair to… the rest of us.  How are we supposed to compete?)

The complete barsteward.  Genes are an absolute swizzle.

Apart from that grizzling aside, the rest of the cast were also aces, especially Juliette Lewis and Kevin Smith.  Well worth the price of… well, the price of the popcorn you smuggle into your own living-room, I suppose.  Bargain, esp. with all the sensitive vulnerable manpain on display.  Jennifer Garner’s finest moment since 13 Going On 30, and I do not say that lightly.

 

 

live by love though the stars walk backward*

Netflix, I demand that you bring back the star ratings system immediately!  Even before it’s gone!  Thumbs up/down, forsooth.  BRING BACK THE STARS!  Where is the refinement, the spectrum, the shades of grey and subtleties in that?

I agonized over four versus five stars for Twelve Monkeys, agonized, I tell you.  Every star counts.

* e.e. cummings.