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f4f3I'm not going to see this, obviously (I paid money to see The Hulk, which Lee staged as a psychodrama about anger management and parental abandonment issues: fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me).
Anyway, the locker room filled me in on it yesterday. Apparently:
1. Their is no prurient gay sex - only a few seconds of breasts, and "I've seen worse on East Enders"
2. Nothing happens. A lot. Then it doesn't happen again.
3. People were leaving half way through - a scandal.
4. It's not even a cowboy movie - they're fucking shepherds. "So they filmed in Aberdeen, then?")
5. "Award worthy? It wasn't even cinema worthy"
6. "So how was John Wayne?" "I've had better."
The locker room has spoken...
Anyway, the locker room filled me in on it yesterday. Apparently:
1. Their is no prurient gay sex - only a few seconds of breasts, and "I've seen worse on East Enders"
2. Nothing happens. A lot. Then it doesn't happen again.
3. People were leaving half way through - a scandal.
4. It's not even a cowboy movie - they're fucking shepherds. "So they filmed in Aberdeen, then?")
5. "Award worthy? It wasn't even cinema worthy"
6. "So how was John Wayne?" "I've had better."
The locker room has spoken...
