Truly Transported
Oh yes ! Yes, Yes, Yes ! Am I glad I broke my own Sunday night curfew and stayed up to watch TV until 11.00pm ( I know, Rebel hey !)At 9.00 GASP and I sat in our favourite seats to enjoy a bit of Sunday night viewing, having survived another weekend. I am renowned for starting to watch a film, but then head off to my novel and duvet by 10.00. GASP rarely avails of the Sunday night WOO (Window of Opportunity) as, one hour in, he has committed to the film and his needs are met.
Last night however, was all about me !
We flicked through the channels and settled on Transposter 3, having found the first two movies having been, far fetched but enjoyable. On initial glance Transpoter 3, with it's stunts,guns, bad guys and car chases does not suggest chick flick, but that's where you would be wrong. The one common theme running through the entire film is JASON STATHAM ........Thank you God ! He is the James Bond for those girls who like a "bit of rough".........ME !I have never seen anything sexier on screen. In total heaven, I lounged in the armchair closest to the TV, for the first time in my life wanting a 50 inch screen with HD. GASP was astounded, when I passed my self imposed 10.00pm Sunday bedtime. But I can tell you, the first sight of that perfectly toned body left me hanging for the next scene. Phoar ! Any man who can kick his leg that high, use his shirt to strangle an intruder, and save himself and his Audi from the bottom of a lake, all without breaking a sweat, will do for me. I now know exactly what I want for the dessert of my last meal on Earth.....a great big bowl of the Transporter.Let's just say, GASP reaped the benefits of my heightened senses, once the film was over......no, he did not let me call him Jason ! Vroom Vroom !
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