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By GAWD! I am THERE!

Statham.

/Nuff

//Said

Also, did other people know that Eric Roberts was nominated in 1985 for Best Supporting Role for Runaway Train, with Jon Voight? I thought he was a total hack, but I can't remember any movie I've seen him in.

Of course the music is Andrew W.K. Obviously.

I think I just found my plans for that night.

oooooooh, does jezebel know you only have one female reviewer with whom to confer? i, sir, am offended, and i am promptly putting a call in to gloria allred.

Nice try bel. But Gloria Allred won't care unless you fuck Rowles.

So I watched the trailer and it was all masculiney and stuff what with the Statham and the whatnot. But I did not grow a testicle seeing how I'm a female and all.

But I think I went down one cup size.

Brenton, Randy Couture is a former UFC Champion in both the heavy and light heavy weight divisions.

I have boobs and you bet your sweet asses I'll be in the theater opening night for Expendables. I CANNOT WAIT. I'd much rather see a dumbass, explosion heavy action movie than a sappy ass girl movie.

Also, I don't hate Julia Roberts or understand the hate, but Eat Pray Love kind of looks like a Hallmark commercial. You know, pretty but boring.

Also, I want to bang Statham. Alot. So I'd rather see Expendables.

You know what I'd pay everything currently in my bank account to see?

A movie that has Statham in a romantic role where he speaks softly and is an artist and has a scene where he cries with his face buried in a woman's hair.

But it also has to have Julia Roberts with a scar on her face wearing bandoliers over a dirty wife-beater shirt and a scene where she beats the shit out of somebody.

This is how I explained Eat, Pray, Love to my husband after seeing the trailer:

It's like, "Boo hoo! I'm a white woman with a good job but I feel unfulfilled in my life! Even though I appear to have the money to quit my job and travel to India or something so that I can fill the emptiness that my privilege doesn't! My life is SO HARD" Fuck you, bitch. I don't care.

I do not like rom-coms or uplifting discovery bullshit or whatever the hell it is supposed to be. But The Expendables? That I have to see. STATHAM!

Despite extreme skepticism I read all of Eat Pray

and frankly dismissing it as 'socioeconomic elitist bullshit'
smacks of 'reductive bullshit'

Is a woman not allowed have a spiritually based life crisis once she hits a certain level of income / security of income based on profession?
Are her insights and thoughts on the nature of dealing with the bullshit we all eventually hit less valuable simply because of this?
Is the author somehow to blame for the fact she's middle class?
I think the film looks pretty damn face palmy from the trailers but as a memoir its a very honest little insight into a female psyche, and the means through which a person can process emotional turmoil.
Why does she deserve such bile simply becasue she has money? How is that not the same pattern of logic that any man/human follows in deciding someone 'deserves' a certain kind of treatment due to a combination of conscious decisons and the simple facts of her life.

Finding it hard to reconcile the attitudes and language I see aout these parts in relation to Eat Pray with those used in relation to that horid nasty poster.

PyD, I was being sarcastic. I just don't like those kinds of movies. I didn't investigate further, I just made assumptions based on the trailer to make my husband laugh, which I did. I thought I'd share it here. I don't see how anything in this thread is related to or bears comparison to the one about exploiting a rape victim to sell a movie.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again...WTF are Jean Claude Van Damme and Steven Seagal doing that's so important they couldn't be in this?! And is Chuck Norris so busy selling home gyms and hanging out with Mike Huckabee that he couldn't make a cameo ala Arnold?

It's gonna be great, but I can't help feel a little sad that it doesn't actually contain all of the golden-age action heros.

I was already planning to see The Expendables with the husband and our spawn (who are too young to know most of these guys but were sold by the poster showing multiple guns), and I doubt I would watch Eat, Pray, Love unless it showed up on cable while I was stuck on the couch recuperating from something. Does that mean I deserve to call myself a man? Not that I would, of course, but it's good to know these things.

Brenton, Runaway Train was a brutal, amazing movie and everyone in it deserved a nomination for awesomeness. Of course, I saw it when I was 22, and not since, so I'm not sure if I'd feel the same way on a second viewing, which I won't do.

Hey Pinky – wasn’t trying to get at ya and I certainly saw some tongue wedged cheekwards in the comment - just I guess the culmination of some thoughts on linguistic attitudes towards ladies particularly as regards how they are referred to on the internets that tend to surface in my head every so often.

The kind of things that can turn into the Knocked Up review discussion thread, you know, [shudder].

Particularly when usually reasoned word aware people like our good publisher here knock out phrases like ‘reductive bullshit’ and ‘socioeconomic elitist bullshit’ barely 10 words apart with seemingly no sense of
irony whatsoever – unless of course such irony is implied in any post about a fan-trailer for the
Expendables.
I can’t for the life of me see how the advertising for the film of Eat Pray can create cries of ‘socioeconomic elitist bullshit’ when cries of Hollywood talking down to women yet again in so called female oriented films jumps to the front of the mind way sooner and with much greater force.

Cries of the ‘socioeconomic elitist bullshit’ seem to stem from an understanding of what the source material is about, an understanding I can not fathom how any man or woman of letters and intelligence could get from actually finishing the memoir.

The whole ‘rich white woman’s problems’ thing that greeted the post with the Eat Pray trailer kinda creeped me out
-as, try as I might with the help of well spoken and loving friends, I can find very little cognitive difference between dismissing the validity of a memoir because of the socio-economic
background of the author and dismissing the validity of a claim of sexual harrassement because of the perceived alluringness of the
claimant’s attire.
So um that’s what came to the old fingers when this mash-up went up here.

It was also piqued by the whole Daily Show non-troversey thing and throwaway comments in an around that issue of Olivia Munn’s ‘awfulness’
as a correspondent which when it came to the debuts of people like John Oliver seemed to never be an issue despite the fact
he was fucking awful too – particularly for those familiar with the debateable comedic value of the comedy output of
BBC Radio 4 where he used to work.

See lots of stuff all rolled up there. But its about the way in which its still simply ok for women to be treated very differently in the manner in which language and action are directed towards and about them, and its just not on really.
Its genuinely confusing to me when I see people do it openly with utterly no awareness of how fucked up it is, or how nice young ladies who frequent the internets in more intensive ways than I have to deal with the kinds of attitudes I frankly have no other reaction to than an autonomic clenching of both fists, and they accept this as normal.
We all just peeps dawg and we all deserve raspek.

Agreed, very well written and can't wait for the second half.