Not that, perverts!
After a very long time, I was finally inside a cinema recently. This in itself was an achievement, for as you know I am a member of the "Modified Mile High Club".
The movie in question was "City of Men", sequel to "City of God", centering again on the favelas of Rio. I was as usual mesmerized - by butts and (string) bikinis. Everyone in Rio has a perfect body, men included. My date rightly pointed out that this is a direct result of survival of the fittest, what with the conditions in which slaves were transported all those years ago.
To be fair, there was more than butts and bikinis in the movie. Since I assume by this time you are expecting a review, I might as well provide one. An excellent movie, with simple, time-tested themes such as friendship, growing up, search for identities and of course guns. Lots of guns. The cast does a superb job acting effortlessly. The story moves well. The ending catches you by surprise.
All in all, a thoroughly enjoyable movie. It also brought back memories of Rio. The movie seemed to have been shot right in front of the hotel where I stayed. And the two peaks in the background - I assume one of them was where I leapt off hang gliding, landing on the beach, barely in time to catch my bus back to the airport.
Back to butts and bikinis. I wonder if gravity reverses in the Southern hemisphere, for how else could you explain the act of defiance on display on every street and playa?
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