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Jun. 8th, 2005 10:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
molly_ofrom CNN.com:
When asked how about their onscreen chemistry [between Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie], Pitt went on a comic riff about the film's other star, Vince Vaughn, saying the energy between them "was palpable" and later adding Vaughn was a "handsome, handsome fellow. Tender lover."
I love Brad Pitt. Love Him! He's the complete antithesis of Tom Cruise.
Also, last night I had the strangest dream -- well, maybe not so strange, but certainly elaborate. RoboMark and I were lying in bed in our room, and a friend of ours [except, not anyone we know in real life, just some random preppy guy] was staying in the spare bedroom, and there was someone at the door, so the preppy guy went to answer it, and there was a long conversation, and RM and I were whispering about whether he should go down there and help Anonymous Friend get rid of the guy at the door, and then finally AF came up and explained it was a guy having some kind of personal difficulty (car? kid in hospital? I can't remember) and wanting cab fare or something, and AF said he really felt for the guy, but had no money to give him. And I said hey, if it'll make you feel better, I've got a couple ones, he's probably still out there on the street, you can call him back over and give it to him.
So I get up, and we're all walking through the house, and I'm picking up the discarded pants I've left on the floor [which unfortunately is not a weird dream detail, that's the kind of housekeeper I am, yesterday's jeans are often to be found on the floor in the hallway], checking the pockets for any wadded-up ones that might be in there, only the pants in the upstairs hall are empty, so AF and I -- and maybe RM, I can't remember -- troop downstairs to the living room. Hillary Clinton is in our living room, which doesn't surprise me at all, because she's staying with us temporarily -- and she's in witness protection or something, the White House doesn't know where she is.
And for some reason related to the need for ones or the guy outside or *something*, she says there's a number she can call at the White House to fix it, but she's clearly hesitant, because it might break her cover, but she does it anyhow, and then like three minutes later someone comes to the front door (which is not locked because AF was planning to go outside and find That Guy), and at first we think it's That Guy, but it's not, we can see by the silhouette, it's a tall man in a hat. In silhouette, he looks *exactly* like Max von Sydow's character in Three Days of the Condor, which is how we know he's a government assassin come to kill Hillary. And there's this moment while we're all frozen there, watching the doorknob turn.
But! We all suddenly know -- like it's backstory we'd forgotten until now -- that there's an escape tunnel, upstairs, in the little room next to the bathroom [a room which does not actually exist in my house as it is currently configured]. So we all head up to the room and push aside the decorative wood stove/fireplace thingy (something else that's not in my house), to reveal a tunnel less than two feet in diameter. Hillary says she'll stay behind, because Assassin Man already knows she's there, but we have a chance to get away. So I get into the tunnel, feet-first, and it's a tight fit, but as soon as I'm in the tunnel I can hear a voice being piped in, it sounds like David Spade with a southern accent, and his name is Jimmy (or maybe it was Bobby?) Entwistle. He's the grandson of an elderly woman, sorta like Granny on the Beverly Hillbillies, who is one of our neighbors but also somehow part of the escape plan. So Jimmy/Bobby Entwistle is welcoming us into the tunnel and explaining that he'll be guiding us through to safety, and I'm kinda wriggling down -- because the tunnel is really a tight fit -- and then I wake up.
When asked how about their onscreen chemistry [between Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie], Pitt went on a comic riff about the film's other star, Vince Vaughn, saying the energy between them "was palpable" and later adding Vaughn was a "handsome, handsome fellow. Tender lover."
I love Brad Pitt. Love Him! He's the complete antithesis of Tom Cruise.
Also, last night I had the strangest dream -- well, maybe not so strange, but certainly elaborate. RoboMark and I were lying in bed in our room, and a friend of ours [except, not anyone we know in real life, just some random preppy guy] was staying in the spare bedroom, and there was someone at the door, so the preppy guy went to answer it, and there was a long conversation, and RM and I were whispering about whether he should go down there and help Anonymous Friend get rid of the guy at the door, and then finally AF came up and explained it was a guy having some kind of personal difficulty (car? kid in hospital? I can't remember) and wanting cab fare or something, and AF said he really felt for the guy, but had no money to give him. And I said hey, if it'll make you feel better, I've got a couple ones, he's probably still out there on the street, you can call him back over and give it to him.
So I get up, and we're all walking through the house, and I'm picking up the discarded pants I've left on the floor [which unfortunately is not a weird dream detail, that's the kind of housekeeper I am, yesterday's jeans are often to be found on the floor in the hallway], checking the pockets for any wadded-up ones that might be in there, only the pants in the upstairs hall are empty, so AF and I -- and maybe RM, I can't remember -- troop downstairs to the living room. Hillary Clinton is in our living room, which doesn't surprise me at all, because she's staying with us temporarily -- and she's in witness protection or something, the White House doesn't know where she is.
And for some reason related to the need for ones or the guy outside or *something*, she says there's a number she can call at the White House to fix it, but she's clearly hesitant, because it might break her cover, but she does it anyhow, and then like three minutes later someone comes to the front door (which is not locked because AF was planning to go outside and find That Guy), and at first we think it's That Guy, but it's not, we can see by the silhouette, it's a tall man in a hat. In silhouette, he looks *exactly* like Max von Sydow's character in Three Days of the Condor, which is how we know he's a government assassin come to kill Hillary. And there's this moment while we're all frozen there, watching the doorknob turn.
But! We all suddenly know -- like it's backstory we'd forgotten until now -- that there's an escape tunnel, upstairs, in the little room next to the bathroom [a room which does not actually exist in my house as it is currently configured]. So we all head up to the room and push aside the decorative wood stove/fireplace thingy (something else that's not in my house), to reveal a tunnel less than two feet in diameter. Hillary says she'll stay behind, because Assassin Man already knows she's there, but we have a chance to get away. So I get into the tunnel, feet-first, and it's a tight fit, but as soon as I'm in the tunnel I can hear a voice being piped in, it sounds like David Spade with a southern accent, and his name is Jimmy (or maybe it was Bobby?) Entwistle. He's the grandson of an elderly woman, sorta like Granny on the Beverly Hillbillies, who is one of our neighbors but also somehow part of the escape plan. So Jimmy/Bobby Entwistle is welcoming us into the tunnel and explaining that he'll be guiding us through to safety, and I'm kinda wriggling down -- because the tunnel is really a tight fit -- and then I wake up.