I dunno if anyone is interested in seeing Magneto’s Peen, NOT Ian McKellen, Michael Fassbender. The younger of the helmet-wearing kings of metal telekinesis. Speaking of helmets…
This movie, Shame, I’m still not sure if I want to see it. Am I going to end up shattered and torn like when I walked out of Martha Marcy May Marlene? I think I crapped out my soul after that one. Plus this mean lady told me to “grow up” after I snickered during a slow-motion skinny dipping scene with dramatic music.
What if I laugh during Shame? I will define the title of the movie. My face will turn red and I will explode into a million pieces that scatter all over Paraguay, Connecticut and Alberta.
This is why I must hide behind my computer and peer at Fassbender’s junk without the scrutiny of judgmental older ladies who laugh at my immaturity. And you can too! Unless of course you live in New York or happened to visit the big apple during the shooting of this film.
Word on the circuit street is that many of the nude scenes were filmed in windows that looked out onto public streets. Too bad it wasn’t Jake Gyllenhaal or Blair Underwood.
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