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ginanation: One down.  I will try not to be too wordy.  Hahahahahahaha. Not a chance. When I watched Our Hospitality last (which was the first time), it was on youtube.  I don’t want to go bashing ‘free stuff’ at all, but I will say that some goodness gets lost.  Like when Buster intervenes in the domestic dispute.  Granted, I was watching on my iPad, which kind of hates me for some reason, so it’s possible that that bitch hiccuped at that moment.  Whatever it be, youtube or my crabby-ass iPad, I missed that the first time around and it was cute as hell.   Gotta love the little Jersey shout-out intertitle: “Be careful of the indians when you get out west near Trenton.”  There are a lot of other, more dangerous, things to fear near Trenton, my friends.  I can assure you.  I will also take this opportunity to point out that  our dearest Buster completed his one and ONLY day of school within the famed (or rather infamous) New Jersey school system.  Jersey City to be exact.  I wouldn’t go back either, B.   Buster’s son crying for his mother during the beginning is ovary-splitting.  It reminds me that Natalie wasn’t totally made of bitch.  Speaking of Natalie, I just have to say, and I’m sorry if this is Natalie bashing, but y’all will have to just suck it up.  What. The fuck?  I’ve made mention of how irritated I get when Buster is described as expressionless.  If ANYone is expressionless, it is Nat.  Dear God, woman, move a fucking eyebrow.  Twitch your nose.  Blink!  For Christ’s sake, blink, you freaky mouth breather!  Something.  Did they need a mirror under this broad’s nose to check she was still alive?!  They call the wrong Keaton ‘stone face.’   But.  And it pains me to type this, Buster seemed the most natural with her as his leading lady.  It would seem you’d say “duh, you stupid bitch” because they were married, but knowing she had a vagina made of ice, changes the circumstances.  The affection seems genuine, even with her shitty-ass acting.  Yes.  Shitty.  Ass.  Acting.  Buster described her as a “frustrated actress” in his book, but a) that is a loose definition of “actress” and b) if anyone is frustrated it is the audience having to watch her.  Doubling back, but the kiss at the piano and stuff, yeah, that was really sweet.   Favorite bits: Pop Keaton’s high kicking-love that man.  Mountain stunts-wanted to barf watching them.  The train/rope stunt-how did this man get insurance?  His premiums…yikes. Speaking of, I will *cough* again *cough-gag* be kind to Frosty-Vag Natalie with this: if Buster was my husband, and we had a son and a baby on the way, and he dangled off mountains, waterfalls and whatnot, I would be hella-pissed at him.  I know that was who he was, but he was a dad and a husband.  Those responsibilities trump daredevil any day.  He obviously was fine, but still.  Still.  Oh, I could never stay mad at you, Buster.  You’re forgiven.  Finally, the camera really lingers on Big Joe in the end, and it is obvious it is deliberate.    Deliberate because Big Joe was superbly acting (probably the greatest actor in a Keaton film, correct me if I’m wrong) and deliberate because Buster really did love and respect his friend. I get the impression they knew he was not well post stroke.  To go out on that note, was a lovely tribute to him.   Next up: The Navigator….if I can stay awake. wow frosty vajayjay…that’s a first I heard that one….but have to agree. Natalie’s acting is very wooden.

ginanation:

One down.  I will try not to be too wordy.  Hahahahahahaha. Not a chance.

When I watched Our Hospitality last (which was the first time), it was on youtube.  I don’t want to go bashing ‘free stuff’ at all, but I will say that some goodness gets lost.  Like when Buster intervenes in the domestic dispute.  Granted, I was watching on my iPad, which kind of hates me for some reason, so it’s possible that that bitch hiccuped at that moment.  Whatever it be, youtube or my crabby-ass iPad, I missed that the first time around and it was cute as hell.  

Gotta love the little Jersey shout-out intertitle: “Be careful of the indians when you get out west near Trenton.”  There are a lot of other, more dangerous, things to fear near Trenton, my friends.  I can assure you.  I will also take this opportunity to point out that  our dearest Buster completed his one and ONLY day of school within the famed (or rather infamous) New Jersey school system.  Jersey City to be exact.  I wouldn’t go back either, B.  

Buster’s son crying for his mother during the beginning is ovary-splitting.  It reminds me that Natalie wasn’t totally made of bitch.  Speaking of Natalie, I just have to say, and I’m sorry if this is Natalie bashing, but y’all will have to just suck it up.  What. The fuck?  I’ve made mention of how irritated I get when Buster is described as expressionless.  If ANYone is expressionless, it is Nat.  Dear God, woman, move a fucking eyebrow.  Twitch your nose.  Blink!  For Christ’s sake, blink, you freaky mouth breather!  Something.  Did they need a mirror under this broad’s nose to check she was still alive?!  They call the wrong Keaton ‘stone face.’  

But.  And it pains me to type this, Buster seemed the most natural with her as his leading lady.  It would seem you’d say “duh, you stupid bitch” because they were married, but knowing she had a vagina made of ice, changes the circumstances.  The affection seems genuine, even with her shitty-ass acting.  Yes.  Shitty.  Ass.  Acting.  Buster described her as a “frustrated actress” in his book, but a) that is a loose definition of “actress” and b) if anyone is frustrated it is the audience having to watch her.  Doubling back, but the kiss at the piano and stuff, yeah, that was really sweet.  

Favorite bits: Pop Keaton’s high kicking-love that man.  Mountain stunts-wanted to barf watching them.  The train/rope stunt-how did this man get insurance?  His premiums…yikes.

Speaking of, I will *cough* again *cough-gag* be kind to Frosty-Vag Natalie with this: if Buster was my husband, and we had a son and a baby on the way, and he dangled off mountains, waterfalls and whatnot, I would be hella-pissed at him.  I know that was who he was, but he was a dad and a husband.  Those responsibilities trump daredevil any day.  He obviously was fine, but still.  Still.  Oh, I could never stay mad at you, Buster.  You’re forgiven. 

Finally, the camera really lingers on Big Joe in the end, and it is obvious it is deliberate.    Deliberate because Big Joe was superbly acting (probably the greatest actor in a Keaton film, correct me if I’m wrong) and deliberate because Buster really did love and respect his friend. I get the impression they knew he was not well post stroke.  To go out on that note, was a lovely tribute to him.  

Next up: The Navigator….if I can stay awake.

wow frosty vajayjay…that’s a first I heard that one….but have to agree. Natalie’s acting is very wooden.

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