My love for the world of slasher horror gorefests is pretty widely known (I never did finish my commentary on Bravo’s 100 Scariest Movie Moments—I should get on that), but what, I think is less widely known, is just how much of a giant wussy I am when it comes to realistic violence/gore. When I say "realistic," I don’t mean that the bloodletting itself is realistic, I mean that the context is believable—limbs blown off in battle scenes, injuries shown on procedurals and ANY fucking boxing scene ever filmed, EVER. You know, like when Ivan Drago kills Apollo Creed and I cry and cry, inconsolable for days until my mom yells "For god’s sake, it’s just a movie!" Ooh, or when that big guy rams Tom Cruise in the kidneys in Far and Away, not that I’ve seen that movie 77 times or that I own it or anything, because that would be lame, wouldn’t it? Remember when it was okay to love Tom Cruise? Those were the days, I’m telling you.
My point is that no matter how much I want to watch Nip/Tuck and bask in the fuckedupedness (I was an English major, I’m allowed to make up words), I just cannot make it through an entire show without throwing up a little in my mouth or retreating to the happy place in my mind, whichever comes first. They SHOW you the cutting and the slicing and peeling and the using of leftover blood as a glue to hold together flaps of skin, oh god, happy place, happy place! Generally, I spend the entirety of the surgical scenes covering my eyes, exclaiming repeatedly "Oh my god." Oh my god. Oh my GOD. ohmygodohmygodOHMYGOD. Occasionally, I’ll throw in a variant, you know, a "For the love of God" or an "Oh Jesus Christ," something of that sort. If the blood n’ guts lasts long enough, I’ll lose the strength of will to actually complete the phrase: "Oh my—oh jeez—oh my—for the" which eventually jumbles together into a nonsensical string of "ohmyjeezforthejeezofchrist!" If I make it that far, I usually end up flipping the channel rapidly back and forth between the show and something inoffensive like the Food Network, just to catch my breath with a little Giada de Laurentiis. I have no real point here other than that Julian McMahon—you have no right to give me nightmares! Don’t make me associate your smoking hotness with cutting faces open. I’m not saying you should get yourself resurrected on Charmed or anything, just maybe tone down the stuff where you’ve got a scalpel in your hand.
In other news, not that I’ve read the latest batch of non-love for Sen. Clinton, but didn’t Dick Morris became a professional, published Hillary Hater about 5 minutes after he resigned amid a scandalous flurry of reports that he had been caught paying for it? And by "it" I mean "sex." With a prostitute. That’s just what I heard.
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I used to LOVE Tom Cruise, like I had posters and everything. He was so fun and cute. What the hell happened?
BELLA BOTEGA STADIUM 11...I know, I know Land of the Dead somehow manages to be derivative of itself but still...maybe more gore will help...
Funny...I actually started watching Nip/Tuck BECAUSE of my surgery show bloodlust. I am sick. Somebody help me.
I personally thought last night's Nip/Tuck was the best episode of the season thus far. Despite the presence of the second-ugliest child actress in the known universe.
That picture of Dr. Troy IS smoking hot! Thanks for that little bit of Americanized Aussie brightness in my day.
Dude--I feel pretty sorry for Dr. Christian. If that kidn were my son, I'd have slapped him around a LONG time ago. Whoa, child abuse is wrong, wrong, I say--but in this case, that kid is a fictional character who deserves a beating. Whiny prick.
so true.
also, wuss.
I hate that kid too. I get that he's a little mental, but get some help, dammit!
AGREED. Also, isn't he over 18? Once you become an adult, you lose your beating ammunity. Especially if you turned out to be a violent, snotty, homophobic alcoholic.
Jessica--I think I assumed Matt was underage since they were able to take the younger daughter out of his house. I'm pretty sure they don't take away the children of everyone against whom a restraining order is taken. Or do they?
God, I hate that kid. He doesn't deserve Famke Janssen.
Anyways, CSI:NY (which I like better than CSI:Vanilla, as :NY is much more character-driven and focuses more on the actual CSI-ing. :Vanilla has been relying on extreme shock and the Sexual Fetish of the Week for about two seasons now. Starting to get old. Wow, that was a long digression. Anyone still reading this? Even I'm starting to get bored.) had a tiger mauling tonight and hoo boy that was fun. Dismembered parts everywhere. Plus :Vanilla had Human Soup 2 the other week. Can never go wrong with Human Soup.
And bro, I watch CSI: Miami if nothing else is on TV. Ainsley Hayes from the West Wing is on it--I love her! Also, never again speak of the human soup. I'll flip through Vegas for some eye candy shots of Gary Dourdan, the prettiest guy ever, but that's about it. t lost its apeal once Lady Heather moved to the OC.
Back to more pleasant things--Cassie, I am so in agreement with you about Tom Cruise. I remember he used to seem nice and funny and cool. What the hell happened? Was it Scientology? Or did he get cracked on the head during the filming of Mission Impossible?
Gary Dourdan is so very, very hot.
Yay for you blogging again, laughing out loud at work is awesome.