Now, most people know Marlon Brando from The Godfather. Never having seen any of the Godfather movies, my memories of the brilliant actor come from a different genre of film entirely. I will take no arguments from anyone when I say that his best film was Guys and Dolls. In fact, there are many Brando fans who skip this film entirely. Brando with Sinatra in a musical? He's lost his manhood! Ack! Never! It takes a man's man to remain manly in a movie rife with song and dance.
Why the sudden Brando rant, you ask? Well, my #1 match of the morning could be mistaken as a close relation. The cigar tucked into his headgear is reminiscent of Sky Masterson.
Ah, Marlon in a three-piece, wing-tips and fedora. If I could have any man, that's who he'd be. Who cares if he runs a crap game in the sewers? Any man who takes a girl to a Havana cantina on a first date gets a thumbs up from yours truly. He married a goody two-shoes Salvation Army officer, didn't he? I am the 21st century version of Sergeant Sarah Brown.
If only 2sweet99 were Marlon (a.k.a. Sky Masterson). I'd have already been swept off my feet.
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Showing posts with label song. Show all posts
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Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
holiday** : More than words
"She wore red, her hair flowed like water. I saw her smile and it shook my heart. Such beauty. It reminded me of a time long ago...."
Um... You're a poet and don't even know it or what? This is part of a real profile from what I assume is a real person. And that's not all - it keeps going and going and going. I am reminded of a pink bunny...
Save the lyrics for a song and the poems for a love letter. What ever this is and where ever it came from only tells me that you're not even creative enough to write your own profile or that you're so bland that you're embarassed to tell the world who you are and what you do.
This profile just gets lost in the abyss of random, wacky and the downright strange. Not only will people stop reading after the first queer line, but they'll most likely begin searching for someone who's profile picture doesn't look like they're taking a leak.
Thank you holiday** for another lesson in how not to post a profile. I appreciate your contribution!
Um... You're a poet and don't even know it or what? This is part of a real profile from what I assume is a real person. And that's not all - it keeps going and going and going. I am reminded of a pink bunny...
Save the lyrics for a song and the poems for a love letter. What ever this is and where ever it came from only tells me that you're not even creative enough to write your own profile or that you're so bland that you're embarassed to tell the world who you are and what you do.
This profile just gets lost in the abyss of random, wacky and the downright strange. Not only will people stop reading after the first queer line, but they'll most likely begin searching for someone who's profile picture doesn't look like they're taking a leak.
Thank you holiday** for another lesson in how not to post a profile. I appreciate your contribution!
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