Beautiful men
I’m catching up on movies this week, and tonight’s put me in a much better frame of mind than I was in when writing the last post. The movie: Venus (2006), starring Peter O’Toole. Is there a more beautiful actor on the planet? (I almost wrote “Is there a more beautiful man . . .” but I couldn’t get beyond “Is” before answering that: my boyfriend, of course, in every way, always.)
I’m not prone to shedding tears while watching movies, but when I do cry in movies—as in life—I sob, and I sobbed watching this one. Peter O’Toole reciting “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day . . .” and that bloody girl being too young, too defensive, too blind to see it.
On the last post: The only answer I can come up with is to just work hard at the work I love, speak up, and be good to strangers and loved ones alike. What more is there?
I’m not prone to shedding tears while watching movies, but when I do cry in movies—as in life—I sob, and I sobbed watching this one. Peter O’Toole reciting “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day . . .” and that bloody girl being too young, too defensive, too blind to see it.
On the last post: The only answer I can come up with is to just work hard at the work I love, speak up, and be good to strangers and loved ones alike. What more is there?
Labels: actors, films, Peter O’Toole, S.



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