My daughter and I watched The King and I yesterday. Oh, how big is my love for Yul Brenner! Vengeful Pharaoh, magnificent gunfighter, or rogue robot, I adored him. The King of Siam is probably my favorite Brenner role, largely because of the Shall We Dance number. He is arrogance and innocence, a stubborn boy and a powerful man. And when he pins Deborah Kerr with that intense stare, and reaches for her waist very slowly- swoon. That moment is more romantic, more breathtaking, and frankly, hotter than the last eighty-five romances I’ve read. Sometimes I think we’ve lost those beautiful moments in our preoccupation with thundering breastplates and pebbled nubbins and moisture.
Shall we dance?
Sunday, October 5, 2008
On The Clear Understanding That This Kind Of Thing Can Happen
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Pebbled nubbins...SNORT!!!
I agree with you. And having locked eyes with a certain someone the other day and feeling my heart stop in my chest for a second... that ~zing!~ is way hotter than burgeoning flesh, IMO.
"Burgeoning flesh."
Dude, that sounds more like a bad sci fi flick every time I read it.
Well, you know how I feel about Yul. Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?
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