this guy is *way* hot.
although gwen and i argue that he's even cuter with his glasses on. sort of like a smart, yet good-looking, hot guy look.
haha. that's one thing cool about hanging out, and chilling with a group of girls.
we get to put our feet up in the cinema theatre. and no one says anything.
and we get to wait for the credits to roll so we find out who the "hottie playing karl" really is.
*credits roll*
me: OI. look for that carl's real name...
sarah and gwen: OK!
jean: what's his name again?
me: carl.
sarah: there's SARAH!
gwen: but no carl..
me: *finally spots it. karl. with a k. KARL!....RODRIGO SANTORO..
and the next 15 seconds were spent as five girls saying nothing but the words "rodrigo santoro"
even after the movie ended and we left the theatre, and were on the bus on the way home, gwen and i were still reminiscing over that guy.
haha.
guess we're the typical teenage infatuated girls, huh?
oh well. might as well be the typical teenage girl, while i still can.
as long as i don't turn up like sarah with her orlando, i should be fine.
actually, come to think of it, love actually was kind of a crap movie.
maybe 3 and a half stars at the most. [and i'm being generous with the half]
with hugh grant playing a bachelor version of tony blair and bily bob thorton playing a playboy version of bush... and then blair waging war on bush.. right to his face after he made out with his coffee girl.. just as revenge..
things become a little incredulous.
and hugh grant sucks big time as the british prime minister.
the directors were stupid in giving *that* story the most screen time.
the movie's saving grace was probably the one with liam neeson and his son. they should have turned that whole thing into a movie.
[and maybe a little rodrigo in here and there to spruce things up.. ;) ]
another problem is that with 10 whole stories running at simultaneously, some story endings tend to get left behind.
but in the end, it's pretty much what you would expect of your typical sappy, christmas-y movie, sprinked with lots of saccharine sweet romance.
and now everyone wants to go to london for christmas.
