12-21-2011, 02:00 PM
Even as DM was watching this screener, I was watching the 49ers take on the Steelers on TV. Or as Lady Cranefly prefers to word it, the 49ers against the rapist. It’s not the Steelers. It’s not Roethlisberger the quarterback. It’s the rapist. She sees no reason to view him otherwise. Setting this aside, as well as Lady Cranefly’s growing concern that I’m becoming ever more a football fan, I found it an intriguing game. There were so many close calls that, on review, could have gone either way. The refs tended to defend whatever they initially called, which I suppose was fair. Add to these many “call reviews” the couple of moments of silence and darkness in honor of the passing of Kim Jong Il-- Speaking of which, what the hell were we supposed to do? What’s the proper etiquette? I didn’t know whether to stand up and salute or put my hand over my heart or cry hysterically. The network could have done a better job telling us what was expected of us, because it just led to a lot of confusion.
These many breaks led to an awful lot of commercials, which I fended off by frequently switching over to Daddy Long Legs, starring Fred Astaire and Leslie Caron. The movie is about a wealthy gentleman who pays for the education of a girl over 30 years his junior. Inevitably, as she matures, he falls in love with her, and to complete the male fantasy, she falls in love with him -- though neither knows the feelings of the other. I got to switching back and forth so rapidly between the 49ers/rapist game and an aging Fred Astaire and a very young Caron that the two shows began to merge. And let me tell you, a morph of Astaire and Roethlisberger is a terrible thing to behold. There were actual moments when I thought I was watching The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. It didn’t help that all those football players are absolutely plastered with tattoos, or that the name Lisbeth is embedded in Roethlisberger. The whole experience was very traumatic, and I had trouble sleeping that night.
I don’t suppose this counts as a review of the The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. Sorry about that. But I couldn’t find the movie poster.
These many breaks led to an awful lot of commercials, which I fended off by frequently switching over to Daddy Long Legs, starring Fred Astaire and Leslie Caron. The movie is about a wealthy gentleman who pays for the education of a girl over 30 years his junior. Inevitably, as she matures, he falls in love with her, and to complete the male fantasy, she falls in love with him -- though neither knows the feelings of the other. I got to switching back and forth so rapidly between the 49ers/rapist game and an aging Fred Astaire and a very young Caron that the two shows began to merge. And let me tell you, a morph of Astaire and Roethlisberger is a terrible thing to behold. There were actual moments when I thought I was watching The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. It didn’t help that all those football players are absolutely plastered with tattoos, or that the name Lisbeth is embedded in Roethlisberger. The whole experience was very traumatic, and I had trouble sleeping that night.
I don’t suppose this counts as a review of the The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. Sorry about that. But I couldn’t find the movie poster.