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R2-D2 DVD Projector
Whoa I wonder if these cute Star Wars Robot replicas will ever make it to our homes someday? The hefty price sure makes it tough for us normal consumers to have a try doesn't it? Remember Apple? iPods? They were so costly in the days but nowadays they cost a dime, hehehe I know I'm overreacting, anyways Enjoy the R2D2 DVD projector from a distance at the moment
The R2-D2 DVD Projector is up for pre-order right now for a stiff $4,114, and while that's most definitely bread, it's probably better than waiting for all 1,000 to run out and being forced to pay "market price." The 1/2 scale DLP projector features a slot-loading DVD player, 1,800:1 contrast, 1,500 lumen brightness, and resolution of 1,024 x 768 pixels. But you're not buying this based on specs alone now are you? Limited production run of 1,000 units makes this a truly exclusive buy.
Last Tango in Paris. Two words—butter scene.
9-1/2 Weeks. In high school, my girlfriends and I watched this film religiously in our ongoing attempts to perfectly reenact the strip scene. We hoped that our mastery would inspire a man to squirt honey all over us when we hit our sexual prime.
Lolita. The 1997 version with Jeremy Irons and Dominque Swain was hot; the original 1962 version was not.
Shortbus. Although this movie’s title brought to my mind some impolite slang from high school, my girlfriend begged to differ. “[It’s] an artistic, beautiful movie with just the right lighting, colors, textures, and hot women. The movie follows the love drama of several different people, couples, [and] groups, while covering a thematic range including all kinds of sexuality, deep neuroses, and pleasure.” I’m renting it.
Y Tu Mamá También. Older woman with two younger men—now that’s a fantasy worth renting.
Chocolat. A quaint village in France, hands moving through lots of chocolate, and Johnny Depp; what’s not to love?
Unfaithful. Here’s the older woman/younger man thing again except this time they’re in a stairwell tearing each other’s clothes off—very hot. My favorite scene is the one on the train, as Diane Lane (with a post-coital grin on her face) replays every minute of her afternoon tryst in her head. That’s half the fun of sex, replaying the memories of each encounter until you act out the next fantasy.
The Dreamers. A male friend said, “It was something—basically beautiful youths prancing around naked under Bertolucci’s direction. The plot was really just a backdrop providing him with an excuse to watch Michael Pitt frolic with an extremely hot Eva Green.” Another friend also noted Eva’s hotness factor: “That scene where the Eva Green stands in the doorway as Venus De Milo, and the threeway tension.” Men do love those threeways … so do I.
Exotica. The title gives the whole premise away, but as I read the description of a woman doing a striptease in the film, I got hot. I appreciated my male friend’s attempt at an artful review, but was happier to see him skip immediately to the good ol’ down and dirty. “I remember [it] being both sexy and a good piece of cinema. The complex plot unfolded through flashbacks and by following the story lines of multiple characters whose lives converge around something awful and tragic. But the movie’s central location is a seedy strip club, and there’s a lot of hot, lusty lap dancing.” Men do love those strip clubs … so do I. Men who strip … sigh
The Virgin Suicides and Marie Antoinette. Kirsten Dunst is, as a male friend noted, “the unattainable virgin—high school boys’ wet dream well represented.” And while I personally think Kirsten Dunst plays mostly dippy roles, the same friend quoted previously gave her a second shout out. “Yeah, Kirsten Dunst, again. I mean come on, that scene with those stockings and the fan when she’s in bed waiting for her affair? Seriously.”
