I don't know how you load a movie (Ungentlemanly Warfare) with that much beefcake and then *not* show any of it. The best we got was Alan Ritchson's arms when he wore a tank top in one scene. That's it.
So I'm supplying some missing beefcake on this post.
Hormonal complaints aside, I thought the movie was cliche and forgettable. I went into it knowing that Henry Cavill's movie and TV output is generally not my cup of tea, and neither are Guy Ritchie films, but I thought, 'Eh, what the hey?," and went, in hopes of seeing somebody lose a shirt or bang a chick. Neither happened.
It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't good, either. (And I should mention that the inclusion of bare chests wouldn't change my opinion). There was never any real, palpable danger: the viewer knows from the start that no one is going to best the good guys, and the Nazis are cartoonish renditions of evil. Speaking of cartoonish, most of the cast is jacked beyond belief, sporting Popeye arms and comic book hero bodies, in a movie based on reality, when no one from the era came even close to looking like that. They've even included photos of the real people who carried out this WWII mission at the end of the film, making the superhuman specimens on display in the movie even more ridiculously incongruous.
The characters carry out their mission with such self-assured swagger, it's almost like they're breaking the fourth wall: their hey- look-what-I-can-do-winky-nod posturing precedes every instance of hyperbolic showmanship and violence.
Now, I know Guy Ritchie intended all of this, from a stylistic standpoint. But that doesn't prevent me from thinking it's silly. I'm not ready to laugh at Nazis in anything aside from pure satire, and this wasn't it (think The Producers). Because Ritchie has chosen to portray a real, historic WWII mission with this jokey, caricatured framing, it removes much of the import of the actual event, and by extension, the war, itself.
I'm going to let Alison WIllmore, of Vulture, break it down more clearly. I think her write up hit the nail on the head:
I'd forgotten I'd read this interview before, so I just read it again, and had some thoughts.
Even though Poldark was the first I'd seen of him, I was pretty much a goner for AT from the first episode. --And he didn't get naked until the third episode. And then, of course, I caught up on most of his other shows and movies.
Here's my point: I thought he was just as beautiful in Desperate Romantics and Being Human as he was in Poldark, and he's plenty naked in those earlier shows. Now, one might point out that he was gym-ripped and water-starved for the skin scenes in Poldark, which he was. But I found Dante and Mitchell just as attractive, (perhaps more so) and Turner was in fine form for those characters, but not at the unrealistic levels of ripped that he'd attained for Ross. So I don't understand why the swoony insanity didn't follow his appearance in Desperate Romantics. Was it too niche? Not a big enough audience? Or did it happen in the UK, but didn't make it across the Atlantic?
I think, day-to-day, I just function on cavewoman level:
Jane see man. Jane like. Jane see man chest. Jane really like. Jane see some other man chest. Jane like too. Jane see first man again. Jane like this man best. Jane develop ridiculous crush and hyper fixation on first man like teenager, but she still like other man and man chest. Especially if hair on man chest. Then Jane all good.
See? ⇧ I don't think these men are particularly ripped in these pictures, but I find them all sexy, and want to look at more of them.
I don't fucking know. I just like cute boys, especially if they're hairy and I get to see it.
“I had way more important things to do than that,” he says. “Like boozing, and the general craic.”
I didn't vote because the answer that applies to me is not on the list.
Gen Xer here. I used to own both an iron AND a board, but I got rid of the board within the past decade and just use the bed now. I still own an iron, but I rarely use it. I *will* iron something if it absolutely needs it, but I find that the older I get, the less I care about stuff like this. I used to iron pretty regularly as a teen, in the nineties. Maybe clothes back then needed it more? IDK. But again, I just don't care anymore about shit like this. My biggest takeaway from the pandemic is that nothing really matters anymore. It's liberating.
BTW, my dear departed aunt, who was part of the Silent Generation, used to iron everything, all the time. She had a board AND an iron, and she probably ironed fresh laundry two or three times a week. She ironed socks, underwear, and sheets, in addition to things that actually needed it, like her husband's shirts.
if you don‘t personally own one but your roommates/parents do and you are allowed to use it, that counts as yes
In terms of the character, don't you think a man as cunning and conniving as Glenn would choose to err on the side of caution and wear a condom when fucking 14-year-old girls? Clearly, he was going to get caught one way or the other, but it just seems... odd... that this character would roll the dice on whether or not the girl would get knocked up. Maybe she told him she was on the pill, and lied? Okay, sure, but again, she's a child. A simple act of putting on a condom before sleeping with her would ensure that she doesn't end up pregnant.
It doesn't track for the character. I mean, if you want to continue sleeping with minors (and he's been doing it for years), I think you'd take all the precautions necessary to keep it that way.
RULES: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.