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Fictional Horror ain’t my bag!

I like to think of myself as a practical, down-to-earth person. But, to be honest, horror movies, books, or even just concepts strip all that away, exposing my superstitious and vulnerable underbelly. Feeling that way isn’t something I enjoy, so I no longer indulge in that genre. As I’ve gotten older I’ve discovered reality is bad enough without terrifying myself with (hopefully) imaginary monsters or the kinds of horrors that might exist but (again, hopefully) will never touch my life.

jack-nicholson-the-shiningWhen I was younger though, I remember huddling under the covers, reading Stephen King’s Firestarter, The Shining, etc. I also saw the movie version of The Shining and was suitably horrified, although I still think the book was better.

And there is one incident with a horror movie I’ll never forget, because it was so funny, and also a favorite memory of my teen years and of my brother.

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My parents often went off on vacation, leaving my brother and me at home to hold down the fort. This particular time, I think I was too young for my brother to go out and leave me at home alone, so we settled in to watch a movie my brother-in-law had copied to VHS for us. Turned out to be Dracula, the 1979 version, starring Frank Langella. Okay, so it isn’t the scariest version ever made, but there was something about the way Dracula’s eyes vibrated whenever he saw blood, and the sight of him climbing down a sheer stone wall, that terrified me. But I didn’t want my brother to know how scared I was, so I didn’t cover my eyes or anything…

Then the movie ended and, realizing I would have to turn off the lights and go upstairs by myself, in the dark, if I didn’t get out of the room first, I bolted.

So did my brother!

And the night ended with neither of us willing to go back and turn off the TV or the lights, all of which stayed on until morning. It was a mini case of mass hysteria, LOL!

Now, I’ll leave you all to your zombies, possessed souls and other assorted things that go bump in the night… while I watch my true crime shows about mass murderers, serial killers, etc.

Which one is more horrible? I don’t know…

Oh, how times have changed

Truth is, I’m not a huge movie person. I’m the one who says, “I want to see that!” but somehow never actually goes. I also learned a long time ago that, generally speaking, if the critics love a movie, I very likely won’t. Doesn’t leave a lot of room for a blog on my favorite Oscar winning movie, does it?

Anyway, in the spirit of the occasion, I put on one of my red-carpet outfits (sweats and slippers) and found myself a list of movies that had won an Academy Award for Best Picture. Honestly, I wasn’t very hopeful about actually finding one I’d seen and loved, but I did better than that…I found two. One I no longer love the way I used to but, once-upon-a-time, adored with all the girlish fervor of my teenage heart. The other I saw not that long ago and fell in love with—Gigi (Best Picture 1958) and The King’s Speech (Best Picture 2010).

Hmmm…I just realized both are period pieces and, while I didn’t see that before, it’s really no strange thing for a history fanatic like me.

So, Gigi, set in turn of the century (1800s-1900s) Paris is billed as a romantic comedy about the conquest of love over cynicism and is really a coming of age story. The title character is a young woman (played by Leslie Carron), born into a family of courtesans, being groomed to eventually join the “family business”. Along the way she is sent to her great-aunt to learn the tricks of the trade, including how to move in the best circles without embarrassing herself. In the end, the ‘hero’, a free-wheeling playboy and much older than her, who has known Gigi since she was a child, realizes he’s grown to love her, and offers her ‘carte blanche’. She in turn tells him basically to eat shit and die, because she doesn’t want her life to be a constant round of looking for the next protector when the one she has grows tired of her. Yeah, liberation!… except… she’s in love with him and changes her mind, deciding she’d rather be miserable with him than without him. Anyway, in the end, he realizes he’s in love with her too and asks for her hand in marriage.

It’s a beautifully lush movie, in the same vein as My Fair Lady, but from a Humanist point of view, there are so many things wrong with it, I can’t even begin to tell you. All I will say is, keep it away from your impressionable tweens and young teenage daughters, unless you’re giving them an object lesson in how life shouldn’t be lived. Why did I love it back then? Because for a young girl without an ounce of self-confidence or sense, it seemed like a fairy tale romance—the kind of thing I’d want to happen to me when I got older. I grew out of it and now, when I think of Gigi going from playing hopscotch in the street with her friends to being dressed up and paraded into Maxim’s as a tart, it makes my teeth clench. I know I shouldn’t judge a generation on the messages in one movie, but if that was acceptable in 1958, I’m glad I wasn’t around.

If you want a movie night with your daughters, rent The King’s Speech instead. Teach them about perseverance, dedication, the power of honor and standing up to your responsibilities, even when taking on the job is the last thing you want to do.

A much better choice.

Anya
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Movies We Love

Hello Everyone!

It’s time for the Oscars again. So many good movies have won a coveted Oscar, but I was told I had to pick my favorite.

My favorite Oscar winning movie would have to be Avatar.

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I LOVED this movie. I even paid to watch it in the theaters three times. This is an unheard of thing for me. Very very seldom do I watch a movie in the theater twice, let alone three times.

And then of course I bought it on Blu-Ray as soon as it came out. LOL

But seriously. From the moment I saw the first preview of this movie, I had to see it. And now I catch myself comparing other movies to it. Sometimes my mom and I will go to the movies while the kids are in school and my hubby is at work. When he asks me how I liked the film, I will say things like, “It was good, but it wasn’t Avatar good.”

If you haven’t seen this movie yet, go get it.

Check out The Fire Inside and see why Night Owl Romance gave it Five Stars and a Top Pick!

http://erotica.nightowlreviews.com/V5/Reviews/Angibabi4-reviews-The-Fire-Inside-by-Virginia-Cavanaugh

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Best wishes,

Virginia Cavanaugh

I’d like to the thank the Academy…for love in all its beautiful variations #Oscars

Even though I love movies, I have not seen a single film nominated for the Oscars.  Not one. No time.  ~Lesigh~  The only movies I manage to sneak in are with my kid as a family activity and half of those, I pay for on demand, months after they’ve been in the movie theater.  No complaints really.  My life is full. So I’ll talk about my all-time favorite Oscar films with a focus on love.

While there are truly many great Oscar-winning films (list here), if I only had two of them, my film library would be complete.  The first is quite simply one of best films about love ever made—Casablanca (3 Oscars including best picture in 1943).  No HEA here.  In the world of Casablanca, where the world hangs in a balance with World War II in full blaze, we see and feel the sacrifices that people, flawed and beaten up, are willing to make for love.  It’s love at its most unselfish and its most painful.  Sometimes the price of love is the ability to say good bye, to let go for a greater good. Or because it is what’s best for the one you love.

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Because life is not always such a downer, my other favorite must-have Oscar winner is Lord of the Rings: Return of the King  which ran away with 11 Oscars including best picture in 2003.  Actually I love and own all three of the trilogy, but this one took best picture so I’m going with it.

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While LOTR has an HEA—the world is saved,  Aragorn and Arwen get their happy ending,  Eowyn finds love in Faramir, and Sam discovers the courage to win his Rosie—the real love this story celebrates is friendship.   The relationship between Sam and Frodo grounds the movie and enables all the others to get to their happy ending.  Sam, who never wanted to be a hero or leave the Shire, stays with Frodo to the bitter end.  Even if Frodo cannot himself throw the ring, Sam’s dogged loyalty and reliability got him all the way to that precipice in Mt. Doom and home again.  Love should always bring you home.

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So how have award winning movies captured love at its best?  Which of them are must owns and why?

Best Original Song

I’m not much of a movie-goer. I always seem to watch movies when they finally make it to television. In 2012, I think I went to the movies once and that was because there was no way I could miss watching a piece of my childhood brought to life again. When I realized this post was about the Oscars…I had to actually look up the movies I’ve seen recently to see if they were nominated. I figured they weren’t. 

The only film I could think of that won anything was The Black Swan which I finally saw over Thanksgiving…and that didn’t win an Oscar, right? *googles it* It won an Academy Award, not the Oscars. *shrug* I don’t watch the Oscarls, the Golden Globes, the Academy Awards, MTV Music Awards or anything like that because none of the people/groups I want to win ever do. *mutters*

But this time, oh this time something I really loved won. This goes back to my childhood coming back to entertain me.

My sister and I wrangled her youngest son (a 21-year-old) into watch The Muppets with us. For us, The Muppets couldn’t have been anything but wonderful. From the opening song to the credits we snorted, giggled and guffawed our way through the movie. Yes, children were turning to stare at us, but we didn’t care. Their parents and grandparents enjoyed the movie. And wasn’t that the way things were? The Muppets were hilarious whether it was on their show or in movies. And for me, for my sister, it was. My nephew, who probably never saw any of the Muppets movies, spent the entire film laughing at me and my sister.

Until this song came on:

 This song brought the three of us together in a giggling, snorting mess.

Even now, a year and a half later, I’ll get a random text message from my nephew saying “Am I man or a Muppet? Cause if I’m a Muppet, I’m a very manly Muppet.” Which only makes me giggle (and earns me weird looks from others).

Sooo yeah, this was the only movie I’d seen in 2011 that won an Oscar for anything. But I’m actually okay with that since it was a good movie.

Did you see The Muppets? And I have to ask: “Are you a (wo)Man or a Muppet?”

Top of my List

There is such a thing called “The List.”

Each husband and each wife own one. This is the list of people that, if they show up at your front door, you’re allowed to go have insane, crazy, buck-wild monkey sex with, and your significant other won’t complain.

My list has a few people on it. The most interesting is probably Heidi Klum. (What? The woman is HOT.)

But, there at the top, is a single man. A man who’s one of the most phenomenal actors I’ve ever seen. A man who can take a role and twist it around his little finger. A man who’s pure magic.

Yes. I’m talking about him.

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Johnny Depp.

What can I say? I first fell in love when I saw him in “Chocolat.” This is the scene that did it: http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s-c3IRf-2e8

The way he checks her out, then says “I’ll come around sometime and get that squeak out of your door.” And then smiles… MELT.

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He’s gorgeous, that is undeniable. But the man has TALENT, too. Even when he plays a role that isn’t exactly “sexy”, like in “Sweeney Todd”, his sheer talent makes him appealing to me. I don’t know. He’s magnetic. He makes you drawn to him. And the fact that he looks like a total bad boy when he’s not in character? Holy sweet lord, pass the massage oil.

You may not agree with me. Channing Tatum currently occupies the top spot on a lot of people’s lists. And you know what? That’s fine. Channing can come by my house anytime he wants.

But if Johnny comes ’round?

So will I. 😉

Because this is my day to post, and I can, I’ll be putting a couple more pictures of Johnny below. You may need a few minutes. Please, take your time. 😉

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Danica’s Sexy Men

Welcome back folks! I hope everyone had a fantastic holiday season. I did, but really? Were any of y’all ready for 2013? I wasn’t. *sigh*

So we’re talking about our favorite sex symbols. This was a tough one for me because it changes. What can I say? I don’t like to tie myself to one sexy man. I like options.

A few years ago (and even now), this would’ve been my first answer:

Oh Vin…with your deep voice like boulders grinding together, your buff, muscled, gleaming body and those silvery cat eyes…I loved you in Pitch Black and The Chronicles of Riddick. Oh yes, you could spin me around in the mud all day long.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But then I went to see another movie and thus was born my obsession with Gerard Butler.

Oh Gerard…the minute I saw you with your full beard, your muscled torso and that…diaper thing, I was hooked. I watched you in 300, in The Ugly Truth, in Law-Abiding Citizen and I was in love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But recently, I’ve discovered, not one but two new sex symbols who have forever won my admiration. Yes, I went to the movies this weekend and fell in instant lust with two Tolkien dwarves. (I’m squeeing right now because yeah, I’m going to see The Hobbit again.)

Richard Armitage as Thorin son of Thrain who made me realize that apparently I have a thing for men with beards and lots of hair. I knew this because of my crush on Rob Zombie a few years ago, but I thought I’d grown out of it. Apparently not:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh and I’m not forgetting the adorable and young-looking Kili, one of the twins. Oh when he and Fili knocked on Bilbo’s door…my heart went pitter-patter and I might have even sighed like a school girl checking out Justin..what’s his name? Bieber? Beiber? Whatever his name is. That’s how I felt about young Aidan Turner:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*sigh*

Yeah, most of my sex symbols are non-humans. What’s wrong with that? Most of them have facial hair that make them look as though they’d fit in perfectly on Duck Dynasty. There’s nothing wrong with that, right?

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The Bad Blogger

I missed my last post. I wish I had a valid reason, like I suddenly won the lottery and was busy collecting my winnings. Or I was in the middle of writing one of the longest, hottest love scenes of all time. Or that I was stuck on a deserted island with Joe Manganiello.

But I wasn’t. Sadly enough. I just forgot all about it. I didn’t even remember about my blog day until the day after. Talk about a cringe-worth moment. Eh.

So what am I going to blog about today? Magic Mike. If you haven’t seen the trailer for this movie, you must. Right now. I’ve watched the “safe for television” trailer several times, but it’s the red band trailer that left me speechless. Seriously. Google it if you haven’t seen it yet. At about 44 seconds in you’ll see why I was dumbfounded and determined to watch this movie.

It releases next weekend and I foresee millions of women stampeding to the theaters. I plan to be one of them. But that isn’t all the naked skin I’ll be seeing. Next Saturday I’ll be headed to New Orleans for a burlesque show. It’s for research. Honest. But it means I’ll have a whole weekend planned of people taking off their clothes. Ah, the life of an erotic romance writer. It’s such a hard job.

So are you planning to see Magic Mike?

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