Wednesday, April 30, 2014

SPLENDID MALE PULCHRITUDE

Personally, I think Daniel Craig looks too much like Vladimir Putin. I just don't get it. My apartment mate, on the other hand, avers that he's ultra-mega-hotstuff, totally dishy. Seeing as the dear girl also thinks that about her boyfriend ("Wheelie Boy"), we can ignore her opinion entirely.


Here's a passage from Wikipedia: "His appearances in the British films Love Is the Devil, The Trench and Some Voices attracted the industry's attention, leading to roles in bigger productions such as Lara Croft: Tomb Raider, Road to Perdition, Layer Cake and Munich. Craig achieved international fame when chosen as the sixth actor to play the role of James Bond in the official series, replacing Pierce Brosnan. Though he was initially greeted with skepticism, his debut in Casino Royale was highly acclaimed and earned him a BAFTA award nomination, with the film becoming the highest-grossing in the series at the time."

See, gibberish. It's completely unintelligible.
One rather wonders what it signifies.


On the other hand, I've been told that when I adjust my forelock, trying to make it all presentable, it might very well be earthshaking. If I were still in my twenties, women would want to leap me and snog me silly.
Someone else told me that; it wasn't the apartment mate.
A happily married woman. With grandchildren.
Someone who is equally insane.
In other words.

I'm not in my twenties, by the way.
Haven't been there in years.
Thanks for asking.

I have yet to see Skyfall, Daniel Craig's third movie as James Bond. The entire Bond franchise is rather silly, and I haven't been to movie theatres in several years. The odour of stale popcorn is rather unpleasant, and, in that my directional hearing is off, the ambient noise in a cavernous theatre makes the experience rather frustrating. I like subtitled movies, NOT because I'm intellectual, but because I'm slightly deaf.
Oh, and the ghastly smells.

The entire persona of James Bond, as shown in several movies and articles, is too much like Andy Lau, whose smirking "I'm hot stuff" poncing and glowering in movies and stage-shows tells you that he knows his audience consists of swooning girlies and Andy Lau wannabees.
They probably leave the seats damp.

Well, given that Andy Lau performs in Hong Kong, where the average temperature is 76 degrees Fahrenheit (25 Celcius), I'm sure they do.
Performance centre seating always brings out the sweat.
That's another reason to avoid movie theatres.
The cushiony materials absorb.


I've always rather liked the handsome charm and heartbreaking good looks of Leslie Cheung instead. Now that man had soul. When you watched him perform in any movie, you wanted to be in it.
No, I'm not into Hong Kong pop music.
But he sang well too.


It's a toss-up whether he was at his all time best in A Better Tomorrow 2 (英雄本色 2), Farewell My Concubine (霸王別姬), or the comedic romp A Chinese Ghost Story (倩女幽魂) where he plays debt-collector Ning Choi-san (寧采臣), who ends up falling in love with a beautiful ghost, represented by Joey Wong in one of her most alluring roles.

If you saw him in movies, you would remember him forever after.
I don't think any of the James Bond actors even come close.
Why my apartment mate likes Daniel Craig escapes me.

I'm rather glad I do not look like James Bond, in any iteration. Though some people have likened my accent to that Scottish fellow who played the part, and said I reminded them of some of the nicer villains.
Polished international criminals.
Dashingly evil.


Unfortunately, I do not look like Leslie Cheung either.
Instead, I sort of look like me.



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1 comment:

Mr. Bunnie said...

Yes, Leslie Cheung was totally foxy. You are right about that.

But so is Andy Lau.

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