Sonnet from the Porch de Guise
Sep. 24th, 2008 10:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fr_defenestratoExpanding on a post from Monday:
The Ruins wasn't bad. It wasn't great—not much is new; it's kinda dumb—but I'm a sap for movies that eviscerate blithe, beautiful young breeders in their prime. It's not their breederhood, per se; it's just that movies like this always spend the first 10 minutes playing scenes of casual lust on strictly girl-boy themes, as if the worst, most truly tragic thing about the way their gruesome deaths eventually befall is all the photogenic sex that they won't be around to have, being dead and all. Horny kids die; that's just the way of things: it's over when the fat ladyslipper sings.
The Ruins wasn't bad. It wasn't great—not much is new; it's kinda dumb—but I'm a sap for movies that eviscerate blithe, beautiful young breeders in their prime. It's not their breederhood, per se; it's just that movies like this always spend the first 10 minutes playing scenes of casual lust on strictly girl-boy themes, as if the worst, most truly tragic thing about the way their gruesome deaths eventually befall is all the photogenic sex that they won't be around to have, being dead and all. Horny kids die; that's just the way of things: it's over when the fat ladyslipper sings.
