cimorene

this house is so full of cute fuzzy things gone limp and boneless with sunbeam-induced torpor that it seems almost a crime to stay awake.

i was telling

hollsk last night that i really loved the film the phantom of the opera. it's like--bad and good at the same time. it's unashamed. it grabs the cheesiness in both hands and runs with it. far, fast, and flamboyantly. and the totally shameless--and really very silly--allegories about sexual attraction to bad boys and unsexual attraction to good boys are just so visible on screen that they're almost no longer allegory. the several scenes in which christine is, to quote

cleolinda, "touched by an angel. of music. a lot" never fail to crack me up, but especially the time when they have sex on stage during the performance of "the point of no return". you can almost believe there are some holes in their clothes and they actually ARE having sex--their faces, their posture! ahahahahah. observe these three caps i got from