Thursday 15 January 2009

Slave to love


Last night I watched 9 ½ Weeks in preparation for watching The Wrestler this evening. Mickey Rourke in that movie would have to be my all time favourite man although Kim Basingers interpretation of ‘conflicted’ was pretty unconvincing. Really attractive man, great shag, wants to buy you shed loads of Comme Des Garcons on the proviso that you occasionally crawl across his penthouse floor picking up high denomination bank notes.... what kind of a deal is that?

1 comment:

Madame said...

Did you watch The Wrestler yet? I did on Monday night and loved it.....although the decline of Rourke's looks is a fascinating and heartrending sight, he's sort of amazing. Like a much more hulking Iggy Pop or something. Even his voice is completely different in timbre, you know how he used to sort of sexily lispy whisper? Gone. The eyes, they're still pretty great. But the nutty scarred surrounding.....I'm so glad however that he's getting it all back on his own terms in true comeback style....The Weave, you must've cried when you saw the blonde weave.....