It’s movie review day here at Glitter, Bliss, and Perfect Chaos. A couple movies came out that I wanted to see. J. Edgar has Leonardo DiCaprio, and Immortals, well, it has a lot of hot shirtless men. See my quandary? So I did what anyone would do when faced with a tough decision, like which of two cute pairs of boots to buy. I bought them both.
Here’s the trailer:
The Verdict: After seeing the heavy drama, J. Edgar, I was ready for some hot shirtless men, gods, and action. There was a story line to this movie, of course, but who knows what it was. Kill the bad guy, save the girl, save the world. Something like that. Who knows? Who cares? All I know is that people in ancient times had spectacular abs, biceps, and pretty much all the muscles names I learned in college and have since forgotten.
This movie did have a lot of blood flying around. I mean, there was a war going on. I closed my eyes a few times, but when my eyes were open, what a feast they had. The cool thing about this movie is that guys will like it. There’s war, fighting, and blood. So pretend you’re doing your guy a big favor this weekend and take him to this movie. He will think you are the coolest girl ever, and you will see enough hot men’s bodies to fuel your fantasies for months.
When I met him, I was dazzled by his body. I can’t remember much about him, don’t remember how he liked his coffee, or his favorite song, or the car he drove. But some things I will never forget. The pecs, the biceps, the abs. Oh, the abs! Two, four, six, eight. Who do we appreciate? Abs! Abs! Abs! Six packs are old school. Eight packs are it. I’ll shut up now, and go drool over the photos again. Relive our time together. He was just a Hookup, but damn, he was a fine one.
Just a reminder of how we rank movies here at Glitter, Bliss, and Perfect Chaos:
One Star = Walk of shame. I was in last night’s dress, carrying my shoes as I rushed off. I can’t believe I wasted my time on him and pray no one I know sees me.
Two Stars = Bad date. He didn’t really do anything wrong, we just didn’t have any chemistry. Maybe he just wasn’t my type. I probably won’t answer if he calls.
Three Stars =Hookup. We had a great night together. Don’t know if it will be more than that, but it was sure fun while it lasted.
Four Stars = Stalking him. What a night! We danced, we kissed. Now if I could just get him to call me.
Five Stars = Happily ever after. I love him! I want to marry him, have his babies, and live happily ever after.