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- Have you watched the Keira Knightley and Jack Davenport commentary? Go! Go now! They're funny! They're adorable! They make it seem like this movie was made by real people!
- Tried to watch the whole thing with the Depp/Verbinski commentary on, ended up skipping around a bit, just picked out a few scenes to watch. Watching this after the Keira/Jack one was a bit of a letdown. I'm sorry to say it, but Mr. Depp, most of your comments are boring. There! I said it! Boring!! You may have a gorgeous, smoky voice and seductively swallowed syllables, but all that comes out of your mouth is blah blah blah random namedropping for the little people, blah blah Keira is five and I am Methuselah, blah blah. I am the consumer! I want to hear cute stories, not random artistic babbling that doesn't even go along with the scene that's playing, and completely ignoring the perfectly viable cues to talk about things that are interesting. [Yes, this is me being tired and punchy and just in the mood for light things and no more deep thoughts after my evening of the unrequited love of tRNA for mRNA.]
- I've now figured out that I'm so defensive of Keira because we're the same age and we've both publicly declared that a forty-year-old man is attractive. Go us! I should write her a letter. "Dear Keira, I had such fun with you on Wednesday night. We should get together with James again sometime soon to continue our fangirlish gab session."
- I shouldn't write any more bullet points, because who knows what the hell else could come out of my fingers.
I just compared .zip files to Jello. It is time for me to go to bed.
- Tried to watch the whole thing with the Depp/Verbinski commentary on, ended up skipping around a bit, just picked out a few scenes to watch. Watching this after the Keira/Jack one was a bit of a letdown. I'm sorry to say it, but Mr. Depp, most of your comments are boring. There! I said it! Boring!! You may have a gorgeous, smoky voice and seductively swallowed syllables, but all that comes out of your mouth is blah blah blah random namedropping for the little people, blah blah Keira is five and I am Methuselah, blah blah. I am the consumer! I want to hear cute stories, not random artistic babbling that doesn't even go along with the scene that's playing, and completely ignoring the perfectly viable cues to talk about things that are interesting. [Yes, this is me being tired and punchy and just in the mood for light things and no more deep thoughts after my evening of the unrequited love of tRNA for mRNA.]
- I've now figured out that I'm so defensive of Keira because we're the same age and we've both publicly declared that a forty-year-old man is attractive. Go us! I should write her a letter. "Dear Keira, I had such fun with you on Wednesday night. We should get together with James again sometime soon to continue our fangirlish gab session."
- I shouldn't write any more bullet points, because who knows what the hell else could come out of my fingers.
I just compared .zip files to Jello. It is time for me to go to bed.