Peckerwood Manor

Do you love movies like I love movies? I've been entranced with them since I was a child, and while I've grown older (ish), I've not grown cynical about their sometimes transformative powers. No, really. I still eagerly hope for the best when the lights dim and the audience's chatter subsides.  My heart is broken at regular intervals, of course, by lukewarm whiffs or outright duds, but sometimes, when every element clicks - director, script, actor - I'm all but blissed out. As Pauline Kael once noted, movies are the greatest art form because they encompass all art forms, and also, I would add, because their combination of the visual arts with movement is so seductive, creating a trance-like reverie. The best directors know this.  I try to see everything of even faint interest in a movie theatre with the biggest screen I can locate, and I hope you do, too, because if it's a good movie, rest assured, you'll won't see it on screen ever again.  Gone are the ...

Welcome, fellow trollops, to the latest edition of "Who's This Week's Thirstiest Hor?" Today's trio are drier than J.D.Vance's surprise cornholio - "Ouch! No lube?!" - while wearing his demure dinner wig because:  fashun , so they need all the moisture they can get. First up, we have Demi Moore, an old hand at thirst-trapping who first caught our attention in 1982 by showing off her extra-furry chocha when she was only 19 years-old. Whatever it takes, right? I want to know what she fed that thing! For the kiddies in our audience, this was back when vaginas weren't shaved and waxed, but only lightly trimmed, the pubes resembling an upside-down triangle or a jumbo, furry pizza slice, though if I'm being honest, Demi's looked more like a small bear cub about to attack. Roar! I wouldn't want to get on its bad side, would you?  Thinking about a minge-binge? Open wide, but have plenty of dental floss for after.   From there, Demi's sha...