Well, that’s a heck of title for an entry, isn’t it?
Sorry if you just sent your Great Aunt Edith to my blog because you know she’ll just love reading the sweet little anecdotes about my charming and adorable children. Clearly I’m on a roll with the naked blogs.
Because last night, I went to see ‘Eclipse’. And if you’ve been living under a rock, I should let you know that it is the third in the series of Twilight movies. Oh, and… “GET OUT FROM UNDER THAT ROCK!”
So, yeah…I’ve read all the Twilight books. Oh yes, I did it. I borrowed them from a friend, and read all four of them within about a week and a half. I find it next to impossible to put a book down once I have started it (see last entry for example), which explains why, outside of the required reading for my English classes in college, I did not pick up and read a novel for the entire four years I was at UT. I can’t trust myself to do much of anything else when I’m in my ‘book zone’, especially not something as mind-numbingly boring as studying for a Geology final.
Anyway, all that to say, I went with a girlfriend to see the movie last night, and it was pretty good. I liked it. But this has been one of those VERY rare instances where I’ve actually preferred the movies to the books. My friend (who loves the book series), on the other hand, said… “Well, I didn’t HATE the movie.” And if THAT’S not a ringing endorsement, right there…
Which brings me back around to ‘the naked’. (Doesn’t it always come back to ‘the naked’?!) Or in the case of this movie, it was ‘near-naked’.
A nearly naked werewolf.
Taylor Lautner, who plays ‘Jacob the werewolf who is inexplicably in love with the brooding Bella’ (I think it even says that on his dressing room door), only wears a shirt in this movie for approximately four and a half minutes.
And you think I’m kidding. But I’m not. And yes, I know I sometimes may TEND to overstate a little for the purposes of your amusement… but in this case, that is *not* the case.
For the rest of the movie, he is shirtless. He and all his werewolf brothers strolling around in their shirtless glory, wearing nothing except little cut-off jeans.
Now, *that* part was just the teensiest bit weird. All they needed were construction helmets and Indian headdresses, and they could have been the new voice of the Village People.
Not that I’m complaining, mind you...it’s just a lot of gratuitous…er… glistening…pecs and abs in this flick.
Alright… so, I still WATCHED! Jeez. What can I say? I didn’t mind checking out those werewolf six-packs (hmmm… Sounds like a new beer).
And even Great Aunt Edith can get behind that.
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