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I'm starting to get the feeling that the Crankmeister is one of those "the glass is half empty" people. Much like the rest of you heathens who posted here. What all of you fail to realize is that Notting Hill offers several wonderful cinematic moments amidst the other boring, pointless and annoyign scenes, characters, monologues, etc. Perhaps we should all just focus on these. They include:
1. A lesson in male genitalia. Hugh's roommate Spike prances around for 3/4 of the movie in what laymen call "ball huggers." They are in fact jockey undershorts or briefs, typically worn in lieu of boxers when a little more support is needed. The reason they are often call ball huggers is because they cling tightly to the scrotum giving one with nothing more than regular endowment the appearance of having a loaded gun. Spike's ball huggers, however, hang loosely off him, in imminent danger of sliding down his skinny chicken legs. This would indicate that Spike, and therefore all British white men, have small or nonexistent John Thomases and have no need for the support that ball huggers provide. Look, we've learned something already.
2. According to many of my female friends, Notting Hill has a "good soundtrack." You know what that means, guys. Buy it and throw it on the next time you have some quality trim in your apartment (if that ever happens), so as to delude her into thinking you're a sensitive guy. "French Kiss" is another such soundtrack.
3. Then there's that scene... No wait, that scene sucked. My mistake. I guess that's about it then.
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