This is a movie so unbelievably girly, whirly and twirly that, on leaving the cinema, I felt like reading three Andy McNabs back to back, just to get my testosterone back up to metrosexual level.
writes Peter Bradshaw, film critic of the Guardian.
This is a movie so unbelievably girly, whirly and twirly that, on leaving the cinema, I felt like reading three Andy McNabs back to back, just to get my testosterone back up to metrosexual level.
I think we can use a little more girly, whirly and twirly in (what is still) a man's world. I love it.
ReplyDeleteAnd, I thought I was the only one obsessed with clothes :) Curious why others enjoy clothes so much. Would love to hear your thoughts.
ReplyDeleteI often think with me that I use cloths to hide behind and obsess so much about them because it stops me thinking about other, less pleasant things. But also, recently, because I've lost 14 lbs and have got my mojo back.
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Oh boy... and one of them step-on dogs. Why some people have an affinity to these hysterical balls of fluff is above me. All in all, I would rather be seen with an iguana.
ReplyDeleteHaving borne and raised three children, the thought of having a dog that seems to need to be carried is a mystery to me. More like a biological accessory than a dog.
ReplyDeleteOr as my mother used to say when presented with a tiny canine: "You could make a nice pair of gloves out of that."
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