Wednesday, June 15, 2005
black stilleto pointy pumps
Chips and I just watched Mr. and Mrs. Smith last night. I am now inspired to wear my black stilleto pointy pumps today because of Angelina Jolie. I thought it was a nice movie. Feel-good. Entertaining. I didn't know who to crush on... Brad Pitt or Angelina Jolie. The simple script (with all the sly, subtle remarks) did it well for me too. Adore Brad Pitt's ability to pull off them cute comic reliefs without ruining the action's momentum. It's like a crescendo in the middle of the song which is cut by a dramatic pause but then resumes to peak. Also love the car chase. It's the whole surrounded and fighting for their lives as a couple in slow-motion scene that came across as too choreographed. Oh well. It was beautiful to watch anyway (sexeh).
Chips sums it up as a "good date flick with suppressed action".
The other thing I wanted to do with my black stilleto pointy pumps was to stick them into the eyeballs of the couple sitting beside us (imagine a mad, psychotic Fozzy face). And we were watching in the oh-so-targetted cinemas of Greenbelt 3. Yuppies. Decent people. Never did we expect that a guy in an office barong and his girlfriend would cause so much annoyance. They were giggling. The guy was giggling too. I'm not talking about a giggle and then pause. I'm talking about rapid machine-gun giggling. The girl had her high-pitched falsetto voice. The guy went well beyond the acceptable manly snicker (or manly haha laugh). Argh. In that beautiful car chase I heard more giggles than gunshots. Punyeta. Apparently, the guy also saw the movie beforehand. He was the type who walked his girlfriend through the events. He was explaining the scenes. For the love of God just let her watch the movie by herself! Argh. It was a good thing we had good food to munch on. At least that somehow took our minds off the mad gigglers.
Okay. This movie down, Batman Begins to go. Christian Bale here I come. Mmmm mmmm.
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