I certainly don't think all or even most homophobes are closet cases, but Card's own fiction is sure suggestive of that.  I don't think he's ever written about a woman in such sexualized terms as the boy in SONGBIRD, nor as he ever devoted as many words to heterosexual passion.

While I find him amusing in small doses, I don't get the love for ZMF, whom I still suspect is really Sean O'Neal. As far as constructed personas go, I find Outlaw Vern far more entertaining, although I'll admit that O'Neal (or whomever ZMF really is) does a better job of staying in character than Bryan Theis does as…

Mrs. Peel, you're needed.

Coming belatedly to this, two points.

I believe that there are some attacks on adult humans in recent years that are suspected or known to be the work of wolf/coyote hybrids, which are moving into the wolf's niche in some areas.  These hybrids allegedly combine the wolf's size with the coyote's lesser fear of man.  But other than that, no, I don't think…

Okay, I may be wrong about this, but if I understand what Outlaw Vern, the greatest motherfucking critic in the history of the films of the cinema, is implying, the trailer is deceptive (okay, he doesn't imply that, he comes out and says it) and SPOILERS SPOILER SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS doesn't…

I never knew he wrote poetry.  Goddam, I think I just found a new credo:

That's naught but purest cumgummed cocksuckery. Her acting is fine for the role, much better than Ahnuld's as Conan, which you cite elsewhere.  I like some things about Milius's film, but Ahnuld's leaden oafish performance isn't one of them.  Big Bill Smith, who played Conan's father (and whose fight with Rod Taylor…

Bollocks, Buttocks. Carano was fine, even with the tweaked voice. She moved well (not just in fight scenes but when just doing ordinary stuff) and had real presence and was better than John Cena, Chuck Norris, Steven Seagal, or Keanu Reeves in anything I've seen them do. Not only is she move physically believable than…

Goddamit, the success of UNDERLIT: A-CRAPPENING means that more movies are going to fucking dim and blue with that damn plastic/gunmetal sheen.  Fuck that shit.

Another thing I liked about HAYWIRE, besides Gina and the general cool vibe and the badass spareness and the six excellent fights and three exciting but realistic chases and the fact everything wasn't fucking gunmetal blue.

The only thing that I didn't get about HAYWIRE's plot (and which may be perfectly explicable if I see it again) is why Mallory chases the guy in Barcelona. I mean, I'm glad she does, the chase and fight are cool, I like her giving him the bird at the end of it, and of course it gives her something to be suspicious…

You know what I liked most
about HAYWIRE? Not Carano's muscular athletic hotness or the commanding
way she moves and the way she's at least mastered the basic art of
WATCHING other people (one of the hardest things for a non-actor). Not
the bracing bone-crunching fights that are all shot in long takes and
with a…

What's this nonsense about the plot being hard to follow and that the
villain's motives aren't comprehensible? (I don't mean that Scott is
spouting that nonsense, just some critics!)

Gugino's character is named Karen Goodall, but she is a U.S. Marshall, has been married twice, and used to work with Raylan back in Miami.  Clearly she's Karen Sisco in all but surname (I'm guessing the rights were tied up).

I discovered the Quicksand fetishists by reading an article on the decline of "the myth of quicksand," both in adventure movies and in children's playground games, which had a footnote about how quicksand largely lives on as a meme via the YouTube fetish community.

Yep, YouTube is full of OTS (Over the Shoulder) fetishists.  Then there are guys who collect clips of women being knocked out.  They especially like it when their eyes roll  back to the whites and they slump slowly to the ground.  Not to be confused with chloroform fetishists or (women knocked out by) bear hug…

Donnie Yen's from Boston.  I don't think his accent would be an issue.  Jet Li is too old  now for the role, probably, but I would love to have seen it done with him ten years ago, with Sammo Hung as Master Po (and all the flashbacks in subtitled Chinese).

Samara doesn't work as well for me as Sadako did.  Rick Baker is a genius, but his makeup for Samara was too suggestive of Ernest Borgnine made up as Linda Blair, and the fairly fleshy tween girl who played her couldn't manage the same kind of stick insect body language as the skinny, dance-trained adult Japanese…

I thought the title mean this might be Bollywood's take on the beach movie genre, which made me look forward to the prospect of Bollywood actresses in bikinis.