Shockingly, J cannot abide this film.
Off topic: i had suuuuuuuch a stupid day today. One of those days where you turn away from a conversation and on the walking away think 'good lord, i AM such a twit'.
Ugh.
So, the more i watch Stephen Fry the more i'm convinced that i have known several hetero- or bi-sexual incarnations of Mr. Wilde, over the years. Every one of them insanely tempting, madly intrigueing. So what does that make me?
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