Sunday, September 30, 2007
Move over John . . . make room for Edward
Every weekend, it happens . . . the Dr. is not here, so I stay up late and watch romantic movies. Tonight, I watched "The Painted Veil" with Edward Norton and Naomi Watts. Slow-moving, but good, and, of course, sad.
I won't spoil the ending, but Edward is estranged from his wife (but living under the same roof). Most of the movie, I found him a good actor, but not particularly attractive (and purposely so, I think, if you watch the movie).
One night, a little alcohol and discussion come into play to make the two of them see each other in a different light. They go home and as they stand undressing in their separate bedrooms, they lock eyes. She unbuttons her dress and drops it . . . overwhelmed with passion, he rushes towards her and kisses her passionately . . . yada, yada, yada . . . I'm left chewing my sleeve and thinking . . . "Damn, he's hot."
Off to bed . . . hmmmmm . . . John Cusack . . . Edward Norton . . . DrChako . . . so many good choices for dreamland!
Respectfully (?) submitted,
The Wife
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At least I'm in the rotation...
-The Husband
Dear "The Wife,"
In regards to your comment about John Cusack, Ed Norton, etc., your sentence that included the phrase, "...I'm left chewing my sleeve..." brought tears to my eyes.
Not tears of sadness, rather tears of laughter. It conjured up visions of "The Perils of Pauline," "The travails of Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm," and every other damsel in distress that had to face sexual adversity of one sort or another. The mental picture of you chewing on your sleeve is almost as good as "...she held the back of her hand to her forehead as a case of the vapors caused her to slump to the floor."
Circa 1922, but still good. So is yours.
Hunter Silvastorm
Ha ha ha ha ha! Dr. Chako, you are a trip!
I can't believe it. I SO have the Cusack/Norton thing. I've chewed my sleeves to those two for years. Hmmm. Maybe I'm going to have to give the Doc a closer look:)
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