I wouldn’t say this is an entirely accurate appraisal of Robin Hood, nor is it even a fair review of some of the negatives of the film. To be honest – I enjoyed the film a good deal – regardless of how hard they seemed to be trying to turn one of my favorite ‘legends’ into the new Braveheart. I understand Ridley Scott’s desire to have a series of massive battles and clashing armies with gratuitous slow motion shots – but I do honestly think that they should have called it something other than “Robin Hood”.
Regardless, you don’t come here for my opinion on movies. And as I often say, “If I wanted your opinion – I would have taken my cock out of your mouth”. Regardless, here you are, reading my commentary on the world. So, I suppose I should take this diatribe elsewhere… Like how about “bike nights” downtown? Those are suddenly becoming my favorite part of summer. It’s like I’m thrust back into the old west as I watch guys in chaps waddling down the street after a long ride into town on their horse… err… motorcycle. Never the less, there’s that wide stance, and usually a nice sizable package that’s half-hard and half-asleep from the rumble of an engine between their thighs. Fucking delicious, says I. Totally worth the price of admission to the downtown area.
I remember when I was a young pup, going to motorcycle swap-meets with my Dad and wandering around, looking at all the beer-bellied, cursing, gruff guys in leather… and yet I wonder why I have the taste in men I have? Psh. I can guarantee tight spaces and running face-first into a belly or two molded me into the degenerate I am today! Yay!
And with that – we return to our regularly scheduled program… whatever that might be!