The Matador -review-

I'm sitting here sucking on these god awful newport lights because I was supposed to quit smoking, but I guess you can see how that one worked out.

As some of you may know, I never go out so I'm basically just sitting on my ass, eating the best freaking pizza in the universe, and watching The Matador.

I firmly believe that some movies can only be enjoyed by sucking down copious amounts of delicious red wine, so that is what I am doing.

Right about now, I am feeling bad for Pierce Brosnan (Julian)...but man, is this movie fucking hilarious.


Why do I feel bad and heartily chuckling my ass off, you ask?

I'll tell you why...it's because this guy has got NO friends, it's his birthday and he is trying to look up people to call and his number book is filled with brothels and lock pickers.

I mean, that's just...classic.

About an hour later (after much sex in the champagne room), he meets up with Greg Kinnear (Danny) and it's love at first sight. I mean, he cannot seem to get away from this guy. But, the best part is, I think that Julian in some sadistic way is loving how easily Danny goes with whatever he says, no matter the fact that he desperately wants him to be his friend.

It's like watching a movie with Steve Martin and Billy Crystal.

I must be watching too much gay porn, because all I want these two to do is have sex, and I have a pretty good feeling who would be on top.

I am not going to go too deep into this film because I am actually trying to write this while semi-sober and I'm only about 20 mins into it, but I love it already.

Believe the critics on this one.

Ole!!

P.S. I wish my goddamn dog would stop biting her feet to death, it's driving me up the fucking wall!!!!

*goddam dog*