The Stars and the Cookie Jar

...because I already put in my day at work. You want thought? Nope. Meme!

( The meme I got in the mail... kinda long, I never do these, but hey, I'm bored and I'm babbling, am I not? I'll shut up. )

Troy is inspired by the Iliad in the same way that dog food is inspired by people food; we knew that. I've had my say about that.

Tonight I got to see it for free -- I went as interpretive commentator for some people at work, and don't worry, we sat in the isolation row all the way down the front (differently-abled companion row, 'scuse me.) And it still drove me up a tree to sit in a hornet's nest while listening to ABBA's greatest hits rendered on kazoo, but there's nothing I can do about that.

(Questions included Why are they burning that body?, Where did the Greeks go? and the hey-now-you're-an-all-star favorite, Wait, is he supposed to be doing that? when Hector gets his taxi ride around the city walls, side of extra sand. And I was rooting for Hector, dammit, as much as anyone can who knows the ending; so I near smacked the person.)

Hector is really all you can root for, unless you're a pervy fancier of the tricksy Odysseus.

What's tricksy in Greek?

Anyway, it brings me to the reason for this post. Gulp.

Five Good Things About Troy Duly Noted Upon Re-viewing

1. Odysseus. Sean Bean has the chops, y'all.
2. Hector. Hector with his wife and lion-gnawing baby son, Hector leading his men from the front, Hector when Paris clutches his ankle like a gibbering sanctuary-seeking pansy, and Hector looks right at the Pillsbury Doughboy, I mean Menelaos, and he's like, Bring it, bitch! even though Menelaos is twice his damn size.
3. Actually, the look on Paris' face as he clutches his brother's ankle and gibbers. So priceless!
4. Tumbleweeds of Beach Death. (Does this go back to Hector?)
5. Briseis, sort of, because she should have been Helen and really, they should have switched parts.

That is all. No, really.