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lobelia321Some of you know this already but yesterday I booked myself into our uni's screening theatre, took along my NTSC-format video (courtesy of Kia! does she have LJ?) and finally watched . The Price of Milk.
It is a really nice little film actually! So in addition to some excellent Karldrool(and I must say, it was excellent -- more on that in a minute), I ended up with a bit of Harrydrool into the bargain for being such a good little director. *pats him on head* They did gack a bit off Kusturica's Time of the Gypsies (walking cardboard box) and they did trot out Maoris as representatives of the spirit world (how often have we seen similar in films?) but nice locations, great laconic dialogue, lots of cow stuff and weird interesting little semi-magic realist (yes,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gloriamundi!) story that affirms true love (aww; so satisfies sap desires as well).
Karldrool includes: his naked bottom (I can't believe I actually rewound the tape and hit the pause button: mental age of 3); his *freckled* shoulders and back (how cute is that??!!!), Karl kissing (a woman, but you can't have everything), scruffy hair, and the realisation that he's actually quite a good actor. (That one's always a relief.) He's got a very expressive face.
And the accent, well... *excuse me while I laugh* I did lol several times because, ahem, Australians and daggy semi-honorary Australians like me just cannot take the NZ accent seriously. "Oi dudn't thunk seew." Well, it certainly demystifies the man! Although, as certain people pointed out to me, it is also a rather sweet accent.
What's nice also is that you see his bod a lot and that it's just a normal, everyday man's chest and waist, an actor's body not an Olympic athlete's body. Not being exactly a marathon runner myself, *g*, I can relate! Oh yes, and did I mention: he is sex on legs.
Have been karldreaming ever since. But, *g*, I wrote 'Crabs' before seeing the movie!
It is a really nice little film actually! So in addition to some excellent Karldrool(and I must say, it was excellent -- more on that in a minute), I ended up with a bit of Harrydrool into the bargain for being such a good little director. *pats him on head* They did gack a bit off Kusturica's Time of the Gypsies (walking cardboard box) and they did trot out Maoris as representatives of the spirit world (how often have we seen similar in films?) but nice locations, great laconic dialogue, lots of cow stuff and weird interesting little semi-magic realist (yes,
gloriamundi!) story that affirms true love (aww; so satisfies sap desires as well).Karldrool includes: his naked bottom (I can't believe I actually rewound the tape and hit the pause button: mental age of 3); his *freckled* shoulders and back (how cute is that??!!!), Karl kissing (a woman, but you can't have everything), scruffy hair, and the realisation that he's actually quite a good actor. (That one's always a relief.) He's got a very expressive face.
And the accent, well... *excuse me while I laugh* I did lol several times because, ahem, Australians and daggy semi-honorary Australians like me just cannot take the NZ accent seriously. "Oi dudn't thunk seew." Well, it certainly demystifies the man! Although, as certain people pointed out to me, it is also a rather sweet accent.
What's nice also is that you see his bod a lot and that it's just a normal, everyday man's chest and waist, an actor's body not an Olympic athlete's body. Not being exactly a marathon runner myself, *g*, I can relate! Oh yes, and did I mention: he is sex on legs.
Have been karldreaming ever since. But, *g*, I wrote 'Crabs' before seeing the movie!