I can't remember if I've written of this before for real or just inside my head. It happens.
So this morning I decided to begin a 2015 series on Amazon Prime about Texas after the Alamo, called Texas Rising. Right up my interest-alley, you may recall my excitement at visiting the real thing a couple years back.
The late Bill Paxton stars as Sam Houston, and within the first 10 minutes he's partially hidden behind a folding screen with the sound of water, taking care of business while listening to battle reports. Some lame remark about (sic), "Excuse me, gentlemen...answering a call of my own." How does that contribute to the story line? If it was a show about prostates I'd understand, but please...
Why is it that women continue to be visually assaulted while an actor, facing another direction, takes a wizz? What is this compulsion Hollywood directors have watching a man perform this particular bodily function? I wonder how many takes they make him do.
If they're going to disrespect women in this fashion, don't be fooled, ladies; then at least let us see the entire package, warts and all. I know they all whip it out for convenience, I've seen my share of scrotums; but at this point in life I don't want to see any more, not in the movies and not in the wrinkly-flesh, thanks.
Who's running things now that Weinstein's in the slammer, anyway?
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