I am on twitter. I don't expect to use it much, but it's there. *shrugs*

Apropos of absolutely nothing:

I've never really been on the whole 'Johnny Depp as Sex God' bandwagon. I mean, I worship at the altar of his talent, his beauty is undeniable, even beneath layers and layers of crazy-ass makeup, rah, rah, rah and all that. But he's always been more the kind of guy I would want as a bitchy best friend with layers like an onion than the kind of guy I would want to hit with all the force of ... whatever the kids are saying on F!S these days.

This dude on the other hand, inspires in me the kind of raw unf that the Depp seems to be the general baseline for in polite society, and has done so since I watched the first Lord of the Rings movie at 11 years of age and declared him the perfect Aragorn. Which, you know, was kind of a big deal for a cocky kid who was deadset sure no Earthly man could perfectly play this Middle-Earthly king.



( Exhibits B, C, and D )

So how about you guys? Who is that celeb crush, the one that's your founding imprint for all celeb crushes to come?

Unspoilerly comments on recently viewed movies:

Shutter island: Amazing breakdown of reality. Observe, modern day slasher movies, this is how slow, gruelling horror is done.

Apocalypse Now: I was utterly sure this was going to be one of those long, hard slog movies, but was pleasantly suprised by its beauty, quirkiness, visceral gut-wrenching and general all-around daring.

Blade Runner: This one, you just watch for the mind-blowing scenery. Harrison Ford ain't too hard on the eyes either.

Moon: Sam Rockwell, to me, has always been one of those amazing, low-key actors, like RDJ and Johnny Depp were before their respective rocket-ships blew them into superstardom. This only served to reinforce these assumptions and added Baby Bowie to my list of mancrushes. Clever, cerebral boys are clever, cerebral and very pretty.

Quills: Ooooh, the Marquis de Sade playing games with Joaquin Phoenix and Kate Winslet, what's not to like? Amazing. Geoffrey Rush gets to have a damn good time being the ultimate creep of history and making us love him while he's at it.

Zombieland: My love for Tallahassee cannot be textually rendered.

Eastern Promises: Holy fucking shit. I came out of this shipping Vincent Cassel and Viggo Mortensen so damn hard. Monica Bellucci can join in for threesome funtimes too. There is also a sequel in production. This makes me happy in my pants.


- And now, memery:

[stolen from egregiouslypink] these are my (fandom) ~confessions.

❀ everyone has dirty fandom secrets or guilty pleasures or unpopular opinions.
❀ list five of yours.
❀ get cries of OMG YOU TOO or WTF ARE YOU SMOKING
❀ profit.

( a long line of smoke and mirrors )

In other news, I haven't yet seen the last two episodes of Supernatural, as I am secretly a horrible, terrible wimp, and also, I am using them as incentive to get through exams.

Also, my self-destructive macbook finally took the leap and committed suicide by way of killing dead its own motherboard. RIP, baby. I may have openly loathed hurled abuse at you periodically, but I really did love you. Which, on the bright side, means shiny new laptop soon! *throws Apple-addict flavoured confetti*