I'm starting to wonder if Maxwell still needs his own separate salutation. He didn't want to be included in the gentle readers group.
But Maxwell hasn't posted much since he moved in with Girlfriend. I think our misanthrope is so happy that he may not be a misanthrope anymore. But I'll keep Maxwell in his own special spot until I receive the word from him that he can be a gentle reader.
Now, here we go with this week's What? Monday question: What is your favorite romantic or sexy movie?
And by sexy, I do not mean Debbie Does Dallas. I mean something like my answer, which is A Walk On The Moon from 1999, and set in 1969.
Pearl (Diane Lane) is a bored housewife with two children and a live-in mother-in-law, spending the summer the same way they spend every summer -- at a campground where everyone is Jewish.
Then Pearl meets Walker Jerome (Viggo Mortensen). They go to Woodstock. They make love under a waterfall, causing my heart to flutter dangerously.
Walker wants Pearl to go with him when he moves on. Will she go or stay with her husband (Liev Schreiber)?
I won't tell you the answer, but By God, I would go with Walker Jerome. Viggo Mortensen is hotter than a firecracker in this movie.
IMDB says that Diane Lane gave up part of her salary so the production could afford to hire Mortensen. I would give up every penny I have to get Viggo.
And then there's Don Juan DeMarco, starring my beloved Johnny Depp.
Don Juan: By seeing beyond what is visible to the eye. Now there are those, of course, who do not share my perceptions, it's true. When I say that all my woman are dazzling beauties, they object. The nose of this one is too large; the-the hips of another, they are too wide; perhaps the breasts of a third, they are too small. But I see these women for how they truly are... glorious, radiant, spectacular, and perfect, because, I am not limited by my eyesight. Women react to me the way that they do, Don Octavio, because they sense that I search out the beauty that dwells within until it overwhelms everything else. And then they cannot avoid their desire, to release that beauty and envelope me in it. So, to answer your question, I see as clear as day that this great edifice in which we find ourselves is your villa. It is your home. And as for you, Don Octavio DeFlores, you are a great lover like myself, even though you may have lost your way and your accent. Shall I continue?
Every woman needs such a man in her life -- a man who will make her feel so beautiful that she is beautiful.
And now it's your turn: What is your favorite romantic or sexy movie?
Infinities of love,
P.S. I thought I was done with the computer for the night, so I unplugged it and put it on its shelf so it could sleep. I made a protein shake, turned on a documentary about John Mellencamp, turned off the light, and sat down to drink and watch. Suddenly in the dim light from the TV I saw something quite large strolling across my nightgown. I screamed, spilled my protein shake, and turned on the light. There was a palmetto bug on the rug at my feet. I smacked him unto death with my blue slipper. Scout helped me clean up the protein shake, but I am very upset. All I can think is, I wanna go home. But my home is gone. And if I can't have my home, then I want someone to take care of who will also take care of me. But there is no such person. I don't like gigantic flying cockroaches. I feel sad and lonely now. Why can't you love me? You would be happier, and so would I.