New Year’s Eve…ah, the night of a thousand expectations, none as important as that midnight kiss.
Resolutions, Schmezolutions.
In honor of that preeminent smooch, I thought we’d start the year celebrating Seven Midnights of Kisses. Each day will feature a kissing morsel for your viewing pleasure. Lest this make you how-bout-dem-Broncos-types squeamish, there will be no swooning here. Only writers and movie fans acting as armchair referees. We’ll ad lib, analyze and disassemble the moments until all that is left is a virtual smile capable of making you forget how staggeringly forgettable your own midnight New Year’s experience was. The more you comment, the more you’ll be entered into a drawing to receive one of my favorite DVDs devoid of any osculation. After seven days, we’ll all be like pre-pubescent boys wiping our collective tongues.
First Midnight: From Here to Eternity
What were they really thinking? You make the call.
4 comments:
Karen Holmes is probably amazed that she's titillated by the kiss, something that doesn't occur with her husband; and Warden seems surprised but pleased Karen has admitted her feelings, and ready to go further.
She:
I have the entire continental shelf in my bathing suit and you think I'm stumbling from passion?
He:
Nobody? Nobody. Is there an echo off these cliffs?
He's probably wondering how her husband kisses...
She: All this dripping water is wrecking my mascara.
He: Jeez, I wish she'd clip her fingernails. After 37 takes, those shoulder scratches are killing me.
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