Princess Playlist: It Really Turns Me On

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How old were you the first time you heard this one?

 

Girl, he does not just want to know your name. But it's okay though, because he's singing. Seriously. I know I can't be the only one who's genuinely wished we lived in a Musical world (think MGM Studios 1930s, 40s, and 50s,) where people randomly burst into song, either alone, in pairs, or groups. I'd so much prefer to be hit on in the streets by handsome roughnecks rapping Jodeci at me, as opposed to being eye-fucked and  "hollared" at by hoodrats with Wacka Flocka's education level and self-expression. *Sigh*

Watch This: Close My Eyes

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My boner for Clive Owen has been rock hard since 2002, when I first saw Croupier (1998). In Croupier Clive plays Jack, an aspiring author working a Casino job that his father got him. Jack is sharp and dry, and sort of ruthless and empty. I watch Croupier like I watch Donnie Darko, every few years, for a week straight on repeat. After this year's Croupier Marathon I read up on Mr. Owen's IMDB and proceeded to track down Close My Eyes (1991).

Dear. God. Close My Eyes is intense. It opens slowly, but ten minutes into it you've got an idea what's going on. What you don't know is how the hell it's going to play out. Natalie is fucking her younger brother, Richard (Owen), and for a good while there I kept hoping someone was going to reveal they weren't actually related (like in Lovers of The Arctic Circle). That moment never came.