sherlock and johns favorite nights are when they watch old movies on tv and get take out and cuddle under a fuzzy blanket mrs. hudson gave them, and they always accidentally fall asleep and john will wake up disoriented to find sherlock gently snoring, face tucked into johns neck, and he’ll wake sherlock up with kisses and theyre both the happiest men in the entire world
Can’t say enough about the moody production design and in particular, that lovely shade of Louis XIV blue used on the talking wardrobe, which I hope to copy when I repaint the trim on my house. Too bad the movie itself was a big fat fucking yawn. Let’s start with the fact that it was a literal transcription of the musical that my prosthodontist could have pulled off more artfully. Thoroughly uninspired directing by Bill Condon, feckless screenwriting by Stephen Chbosky and Evan Spiliotopoulos, and the entire lame producing team deserves a serious spanking for making sure this iconic tale falls flat on its forgettable ass. And don’t even talk to me about the DULL performances of EVERYBODY. Emma Watson as Belle was clearly zonked out on Xanax; Luke Evans and Josh Gad as Gaston and LeFou had less pretend-gay chemistry than the Smurfs in the preview; and the Beast, played by Dan Stevens (familiar as the fleshy Matthew from Downton Abbey), was about as menacing as my Hudson Bay blanket after our maid accidentally threw it in the dryer. (He even wore what looked like a half-zip Patagonia Fleecie in one scene.) As for Kevin Kline… let’s just pause a moment and remember how great he was in A Fish Called Wanda. ‘Nuff said. At the end of this $160 million circle jerk, Emma Thompson makes a brief and sparkling appearance, and I wistfully found myself wishing she’d been in the rest of the movie (why not as Belle? I guarantee that even at age 57 she’d make a more appealing country lass than Watson). Otherwise, the strongest performance in the film belonged to Kevin’s Kline’s horse. For me, the dramatic “lowest point” came when Belle failed to give the poor pony more than a quick drink of water between his arriving home at a full gallop after fleeing the Beast’s castle AND her riding him in a mad lather right back again. Couldn’t she have spared one lousy fucking carrot?