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Thursday, September 07, 2006

Thoughts upon watching the 1994 film SHALLOW GRAVE

What the hell, Ewan McGregor? This is a Danny Boyle movie starring you in the 1990s!

Not ONE shot of your penis? Not one? What the hell?

It's not like I needed to see it. Really. Believe me, I've had my opportunities to see it, and I've taken them. Many many opportunties. I've just come to expect certain things from the world. And a girl gets confused by change.

I mean, in Shallow Grave, you don't even take off your shirt! Did you even WEAR a shirt in Velvet Goldmine?

Seriously. I'm very confused. Good movie, though. Very good. How could it have been better? Well.

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