[click image]... except maybe in his first movie ever, but he blew my skirt so far up over my head in his sex scenes with Debra Winger, lo, those couple thousand years ago, that he still makes me weak in the knees, no matter what. That guy has got to be the God of Kissing. So I'm going to be watching him kissing on Diane Lane tonight at some point, and, believe it, it'll feel just like he's kissing me....
[Oh, goddammit! He died again. I just hate it when he does that! It ruins everything! Last time he did it I almost killed myself over him leaving that lovely woman that way, and now he goes right off and does it again. No more dying on me, Richard! Do you hear me? I'm shaking my fist! Goddammit!]
Also, "Blindness" [which was fairly overwrought but speaks to the savagery of the terrified, which wouldn't hurt you a bit to note well....]
and "Bottle Shock" [as a California girl, born and bread, I must say, it makes my breast swell with pride. We rock....]
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