I was in love with Anne Hathaway from both the first time I had seen her face and heard her voice. Since a time I had spent as a young child. Though at said time, I was me and Anne was a fleeting romance of imaginary whimsy, a summer-camp girlfriend of preteen puppy love whose real name shall be forever kept dear; her face and character were still the image that had yet to be Miss Hathaway.
Lo and behold, seeing her early exploits selling houses to realizing enchantments had been nothing less than divine. A voice, charm, eyes like pools of I-would-be -lost-in -there.
And then it all went sour, lately. Seems the feminist crowd and the gay right have co-opted, as usual and in combat, to force the sickening and world destroying agenda of gender politics disguised as art. Sweet Anne is now to portray Winona Ryder from a "Girl Interrupted" ha-ha, as Anne Hathaway being Fantine. It does get confusing, I know. Anne Hathaway is a woman deserving of better than a butch job and third rate publicists. And yet, she can carry all and sundry to a higher level of talent that directors need only imagine. Cinematographers have yet to catch up on the true wiles of this amazing star.
Ohhh, the movie? Whatever, it was OK. High production, medium heart. Strip away the gloss, it's just sham and mentalist drudgery borne of smoke and mirrors that insult a truly great cast and production crew. Enough. Hello Dolly
Lo and behold, seeing her early exploits selling houses to realizing enchantments had been nothing less than divine. A voice, charm, eyes like pools of I-would-be -lost-in -there.
And then it all went sour, lately. Seems the feminist crowd and the gay right have co-opted, as usual and in combat, to force the sickening and world destroying agenda of gender politics disguised as art. Sweet Anne is now to portray Winona Ryder from a "Girl Interrupted" ha-ha, as Anne Hathaway being Fantine. It does get confusing, I know. Anne Hathaway is a woman deserving of better than a butch job and third rate publicists. And yet, she can carry all and sundry to a higher level of talent that directors need only imagine. Cinematographers have yet to catch up on the true wiles of this amazing star.
Ohhh, the movie? Whatever, it was OK. High production, medium heart. Strip away the gloss, it's just sham and mentalist drudgery borne of smoke and mirrors that insult a truly great cast and production crew. Enough. Hello Dolly