There's really only one reason I keep looking in on Wild Hogs while I'm at work. Actually, come to think of it, there's two.
The first is that the main characters - a group of middle-aged guys on a roadtrip across America - take a route very close to the one Dad and I will be following when (fingers crossed) we follow Route 66 across the US in a Mustang come September [squeals with girly excitement]. The landscape's incredibly beautiful, and it gets me excited for all the future possibilities.
The second reason is watching with sheer horror the train wreck this movie seems to be. It really does look like Travolta decided to quell all the rumours about his marriage being a sham orchestrated by Scientology officials to cover up his homosexuality by spewing as much homophobic vitriol as he can get away with in a mainstream movie. One critic wrote he wouldn't have been surprised if the filmmakers kept up their gay panic in between scenes by organising group gay-bashings. I tend to agree.
You're gay, Travolta! Follow Anthony Callea's example and just come out all aready! This also goes for you, Tom Cruise, and double for Hugh Jackman! Jodie Foster, take all the time you need. We all know the score.
4 comments:
hey, whoa there, lets keep Hugh out of this. Just because he is gorgeous doesn't make him gay!
"DON'T HATE!"
Hey, I ain't hatin'. All I'm sayin' is that the guy who went with him and his wife to the Golden Globes was more than just his 'producing partner'.
Sorry Steph, he's right. I have it on good authority and trust me because I'm ÏN THE INDUSTRY NOW and getting paid the hefty sum of about 10 bucks an hour
eh... i am not convinced.
where is this proof you speak of?
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