Russell. Dearest Russell. Darling Mr. Crowe whose talents and rugged masculine pulchritude I hold in the highest esteem... I have the greatest respect for your acting ability. I deeply admire the depth to which you throw yourself into the details of a role. I am your very own personal target audience.
However, not even you can make this hat look good. Isn't that thing supposed to be on the head of the short French dude whose naval personnel you're supposed to be kicking the collective ass of in this film?
(On the other hand, as long as you are planning on being wet and shirtless elsewhere in this movie, I suppose I can forgive the hat.)
However, not even you can make this hat look good. Isn't that thing supposed to be on the head of the short French dude whose naval personnel you're supposed to be kicking the collective ass of in this film?
(On the other hand, as long as you are planning on being wet and shirtless elsewhere in this movie, I suppose I can forgive the hat.)
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Date: 2003-10-19 02:13 pm (UTC)"Day 8: Attempt to get Stephen jealous by debauching his sloth may have backfired, as he appears to be getting his revenge by subjecting me to constant physical checkups, at breakfast, high noon, and even in the middle of concertos. When I asked him if all this medical examination was really necessary he replied, 'As ship's surgeon it is my responsibility to insure the fighting readiness of every man on board the Surprise!'
'Stephen,' I protested, 'I'm not planning on fighting the Frenchies with that!'"