“I hate to disappoint you, but rubber lips are immune to your charms.” Batman & Robin

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Today’s personal pictures are more of my last weekend adventure–after lunch we walked around the Black Hammocks Grounds http://theblackhammock.com/ and these are the results.

“Are you a Mexican or a Mexi-can’t?” Once Upon a Time in Mexico’

Rhinestone LEAF Broach 2 1/4″ Across Vintage SILVER-TONE
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Check out some new Outlander Pictures from Season 2
And the new tie-in cover for the book:  Dragon Fly in Amber
And this one below I haven’t seen before either:
If you try to run, I’ve got six little friends and they can all run faster than you can. — From Dusk Til Dawn

JOAN WALTERS Multi-colored Polyester Vintage Skirt (size 6) with Matching Scarf

$25.00 USD
Yesterday we did good characters, today we’ll end the week with bad–I mean really, really bad movies….those ones that even a hot actor or actress can’t change for you—now your (and mine) idea of what is bad doesn’t necessarily match your roomie’s most deserving of “Sucks” title and one movie can be really bad because of script actress etc–or a combination of same–or it can just be a subject or idea that you truly hate despite how good the whole production is or was.
I was everything they wanted me to be. I was never more beautiful. Never more powerful. And then I turned 40 and they threw me away.  Cat Woman
This would be on my list even if the story line and acting were wonderful (they weren’t) just because of the make up and especially the hair styles–kinda like Rasta on steroids….or Scientology does Jamaica.  Whatever, the movie did suck way past the make-up (though admittedly it was hard to get past that to even notice how bad the movie really was)…Even Travolta who usually can gleam some redemption even from bad plots could do nothing to save this rubbish heap masquerading as a major motion picture.  You just sat there and wished everybody in the movie itself would be blown up or there’d be a bomb threat so they’d evacuate the theatre—they could keep your money, like a ransom to get you free from the cruel and unusual punishment of watching this disaster of a production.
SO I GUESS THE BEST THING ABOUT BATTLE FIELD EARTH–John didn’t dance or wear 1970’s disco styles…..Though come to think of it that might have been an improvement.

Ker: I don’t know what you’re so down about. You still get to be head of security, which, from what I can tell, is a pretty cushy job.Terl: Well, I can assure you that I was not groomed since birth to have some cushy job that even a moron like you could perform. While you were still learning how to SPELL YOUR NAME, I was being trained to conquer GALAXIES! To do anything less is a disgrace to my entire family line.

Battlefield Earth

I think the best thing I can say about Wicker Man is that it was so stilly and stupid, not to mention boring that you really didn’t have enough energy to really hate it…..you were so thankful it was over and you’d been released from the torture of watching something that had no real point that you wished you’d been able to light the Wicker Figure and it’s enclosed prisoner afire in sheer self defense.   Trust me no judge in the country after being forced to set through the entire movie would have found you guilty of anything but self defense—and a jury would have given you an award for protecting your fellow citizens.   First time I ever sided with the bees.

May Morrison: Can I do anything for you, Sergeant?

Sergeant Howie: No, I doubt it, seeing you’re all raving mad!

The Wicker Man

Now I’ve never been a big fan of Norton, I find him too much “every guy” and the world has so many of  them that I can’t see paying to see one –but Fight Club made me almost dislike Brad and there’s nothing every day about Brad ever.   This is I must admit a GUY PICTURE–a wallowing in all that is dirty and unforgiving in the search to be Mucho—which is neigh impossible as I’m not sure it’s attainable for 90% of the male population—-just like femme fatal isn’t for about 95% of us of the opposite sex….in fact I’m not at all sure that they both aren’t just fictional classification made up somewhere lost in time….maybe inspired by a cave painting somewhere.    But it is fiction and Hollywood fiction at that — so while in never never land do as the—-well you know.

But I just object to all the wallowing in all that to me is a negative for men in particular and society in general.    Even having Brad who turns out to be the poster child for the whole affair didn’t save it for me…too much testosterone  and not enough plot to redeem this for me.

Tyler Durden: Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

Fight Club

Good Will Hunting is one of those movie that were well done had a great cast and that either bore me to tears or just didn’t meet a basic need (which I can’t define) for movie to meet.  Goodwill just bored me, I don’t know why but I have never watched it (even a small part) again

Other movies that others classified as great and I found wanting.

Forrest Gump  This was for me empty box of chocolates and over my life -time I have meet a few souls that confine in me (usually in a loud whisper) that they failed to be impressed by or were less the enthused by the whole affair–I found that we tend to become defensive for to not like Forrest is rather like being branded for a crime even to admit dislike for  it might mean we are socially ostracized.

Pulp Fiction for me was just too much violence and too little redemption-another case where Travolta failed to enthrall me with his bizarre behavior.

The Matrix–collectively:  I love the original one but as they went by I found them too preachy, more like a religious object lesson rather than real entertainment….but with really good special effects.

Moulin Rouge & Chicago: Two modern musical I found pointless (which isn’t unusual for musical) but also with a sound tract that did nothing for me.

Amsterdam Vallon: When you kill a king, you don’t stab him in the dark. You kill him where the entire court can watch him die.

The Gangs of New York

ETIENNE AIGNER Reddish Brown Hand Bag

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The Dude: Let me explain something to you. Um, I am not “Mr. Lebowski”. You’re Mr. Lebowski. I’m the Dude. So that’s what you call me. You know, that or, uh, His Dudeness, or uh, Duder, or El Duderino if you’re not into the whole brevity thing.
The Big Lebowski

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You Have Touched So Many Hearts 1995 PRECIOUS MOMENTS Cup

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