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i ranted recently about tight ass. well, tonight it's lame ass. i shoveled twice today. i'm off work. well, i'm still working, just at home and on some personal projects. i miss freelancing. however, all this is not the point. the point is... tonight i saw a movie that coulda gone either way...million dollar baby. clint eastwood, morgan freeman, hilary swank. part hero movie, part wow. clint eastwood directed and (yawn) produced and...ready?...wrote the score. now there's a little snap in your ginger. and swank...she makes everything look easy. and FREEMAN. does he have a star on the boulevard yet or what. that frickin coliseum movie with that aussie raked in a billion oscars and mr. freeman's kickin it as a supporting actor. this world is corrupt.
so the point still is...now i gotta read the book: rope burns: stories from the corner by a person who goes by the name of f. x. toole. don't ask me.
anyway, check it: publishers weekly says the author dude is 70 or thereabouts. yes. 70. first collection of stories. 70. he wrote between gigs tending boxers in their corners as a "cut man." anyway, his piece (novella?), "million $$$ baby," that the flick is based on goes like this: "lacerating account of a courageous, deeply endearing hillbilly woman fighter and her sad fate [...] arguably the best story in the book."
no sex, except one guy fully-clothed, with the floor. lots of violence--emotional, physical, other.
so the movie: if i were a siskel type, i'd give it, even with its deficits, two gloves up.
--speaking of gloves, do not move to michigan if you hate winter. like i said, i shoveled today. a lot.
so the point still is...now i gotta read the book: rope burns: stories from the corner by a person who goes by the name of f. x. toole. don't ask me.
anyway, check it: publishers weekly says the author dude is 70 or thereabouts. yes. 70. first collection of stories. 70. he wrote between gigs tending boxers in their corners as a "cut man." anyway, his piece (novella?), "million $$$ baby," that the flick is based on goes like this: "lacerating account of a courageous, deeply endearing hillbilly woman fighter and her sad fate [...] arguably the best story in the book."
no sex, except one guy fully-clothed, with the floor. lots of violence--emotional, physical, other.
so the movie: if i were a siskel type, i'd give it, even with its deficits, two gloves up.
--speaking of gloves, do not move to michigan if you hate winter. like i said, i shoveled today. a lot.
posted by stacy muszynski at 2:39 AM
1 Comments:
No one ever mentions this town-called-nowhere in music. Even the famous people who come from here rarely ever mention it by name. As for your find, who says is has to have sex in it to be a winner? Besides, men can't write convincingly about sex, especially from a female perspective. Always too many verbs and too few nouns. Or something like that.
I'll be sure to give a boo to "Rope burns" (although I must admit that the title alone had me thinking that it was some kind of kinky piece).
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