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So we've been beating around the bush for two weeks now, and I think its time for me to officially and without question declare my love for everyone's favorite Brit. I love me some Rob. I love me some Rob with a love that is unholy and bordering on frightening. I would break that guy. But while he is most certainly handsome, and most certainly smack-you-in-the-head swoonworthy, what I adore most about Rob is his wit. His Brit wit. The guy is FUNNY. Someone please explain to me why he has not hosted SNL because he would kill it!! Was he the inspiration for Jack in my Redhead Series? Oh hell yes. And next week, everyone here is gonna get a sneak peek at Book 3 from The RedheadSeries, stay tuned! But for today, let us simply revel in the otherworldy beauty that is The Robert and The Pattinson. I would commit more than a few crimes to be able to have him over for tea. Ahem...Sounds like one of you guys in the DR is Alice! I second that motion that Rob should host SNL or star in another comedy, STAT! Did that increase your interest in the runner-up prize or what?? :)
This one’s been stewing in my brain for months, and none of the reflection has tainted this film one bit; if anything, it’s only grown more valuable over time. David Cronenberg’s limousine trip into the damaged perspective of a young, emotionally hollow fat cat — played to perfection by a not-as-advertised Robert Pattinson — can’t really be considered the most accessible work of 2012, but those willing to go with its strange rhythms and mysterious internal logic are bound to get… something. While I think it’s best people make the thing out for themselves by just letting it all sit, those simply hoping for a left-of-center cinematic experience ought to find themselves more than pleased. And that’s without even considering the incredible music of Howard Shore & Metric.