I really do need to answer more of the questions you guys pose. I always mean to, but by the time I’m home from work and blogging, it’s usually slipped my mind. That’s a state of affairs I intend to remedy.
I’ll start with this one, left by Efrique:
And on… what’s the big deal about nudity anyhoo? In my mind, altogether too much is made of bodies. What’s the difference between seeing some guy in Speedos and seeing them nude? It’s not a huge difference, really.
Um… yes. Yes, it is. In this case, huge is the operative word. Especially on an IMAX screen.
Ordinarily, I’d agree completely that nudity is no big deal. However, truth compels me to dissent this time round. In this movie, it was a very big deal indeed. In fact, it put me in mind of the time I discovered my pony was a boy.
You’ll see what I mean.
On a side note, one of the things that delighted me about the nudity in this movie was that many of the characters looked like almost-normal people (with one – shall we say – towering exception). In other words, there was meat on dem bones. Seeing a woman who didn’t look like she was on a starvation diet is utterly refreshing. And, although she does not have the waist of a corset victim and the tits of Pamela Anderson, she is still smokin’ hot.
I hope this begins a trend, although I worry they may have exchanged heroin chic for penis envy….