11 Replies to “Film reviews in 5 words or less, #3”

1. Chrees says:

   May 21, 2004 at 5:07 pm

   Are you saying the title of the movie dropped a letter?

2. Marble says:

   May 21, 2004 at 5:35 pm

   That’s is actually two words. However, due to the reference, I’ll have to cut you some slack.

3. El Jefe says:

   May 21, 2004 at 6:49 pm

   Five words or less review:

   Unadulterated feces on film.

4. Matt says:

   May 21, 2004 at 7:10 pm

   “Meg Ryan’s vagina” Great band name.

5. Robin Roberts says:

   May 21, 2004 at 9:09 pm

   Ugly film about ugly people.  And to make it worse, the little iceskating vignettes were so nauseating.  I think this film should have completely negated Champion’s reputation as a director.

6. Steve Thorne says:

   May 21, 2004 at 9:46 pm

   It’s not her vagina, people, it’s her vulva. To see her vagina, you’d have to be her gynecologist or a *Very* intimate friend.

7. Jeff G says:

   May 21, 2004 at 10:08 pm

   Actually, I was going to go with “pudenda,” but “vagina” is just so much more friendly sounding.

8. david says:

   May 22, 2004 at 12:48 am

   I think pudenda is better.  “vagina” is so clinical.

   Diff’rent strokes, as it were.

9. Dr. Egon Spengler says:

   May 22, 2004 at 3:48 am

   She…wants my epididymis.

10. Patton says:

    May 22, 2004 at 7:11 am

    Best. Comments. Ever.

    But the “Golden Palm” (an unfortunate translation, under the circumstances) might have to go to Chrees, for “Are you saying the title of the movie dropped a letter?” Everyone else is in a close tie for second.

11. Rae says:

    May 22, 2004 at 6:24 pm

    Patton, I agree. Chrees, the Most Clever Comment Ever (MCCE) award to you.

    I have four daughters and it one day dawned on me that I was telling them the wrong name for the wrong part, so I informed our youngest that she had both a vagina and labia.  But I told her that sometimes those words make people feel embarrassed so if she needed to talk to me about them in front of other people, she was to get my attention and whisper to me.  Uh-huh.  In the grocery store a few weeks later, and so far removed from the conversation in my mind as to have forgotten it, she says to me, while I am choosing a lovely, green leafy Romaine, that “private labia” was being pinched by the cart.  My face, warm and the color of the neighboring red onions, quickly scanned the isles to see if anyone noticed.  Not a soul was looking at us.  I realized that they probably thought she was talking about her uncle in the Corps; not too many people know the right word for the right part.  Perhaps since most of the embarrassing moments of my life occur in the supermarket, I should teach them pudenda.  The other shoppers will probably assume it’s a frozen type of bread dough or a European cabbage.

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