5:08 PM
Twists
I hate M. Night Shylamanamanaanan. Not because of ability to direct, I actual think some of his work is fantastic, but ever since The Sixth Sense, his writing has been atrocious. His twists are mostly to blame. I'm sure anyone who saw The Happening will agree that that movie especially had enormous potential. It started off disturbing, freaky, shocking, and awe inspiring. His direction and his ability to capture the scenes kept me almost TOO interested. Then as more questions were being answered it turned into the dumbest, least intelligent, almost political type of movie that allowed for no other afterthoughts other than "What the hell happened?" or "Why?" I'm honestly glad he's not writing the next three films he's directing; if you guys don't know, he's making the live Avatar: the last airbender trilogy.
But enough about M. Night, let's talk about that goofy ass dance that white people call "the twist." I couldn't imagine living in those days where twisting was the way a man and a woman would interact on the dance floor. Now-a-days you can basically have dry sex on the dance floor and I love it. Posting up against the wall and having a girl work her **** like a good damn car buffer is what I call dancing. It's just as good when she's actually facing me and titties are all up in my chest and face. NOW THAT'S DANCING. Not to say that I don't like other forms of dance, like salsa, meringue, and other Latin varieties. I like to dance just to have fun like anybody else; ****, I'll dance by myself if I have to. The point is though: if I'm talking to a girl and we find each other attractive, there's nothing like dirty dancing to get to know each other physically. It's especially enticing because everyone knows if you can dance, you are probably pretty good at having sex (this is especially true for girls, because of how crucial hip and lower back movement are to both dancing and sex).
I've think I'd said enough on this subject.
PEACE
5:28 PM
20 mintues.
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