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Bought myself two more DVDs: The Portrait of a Lady and Boiling Point. I know it's a blasphemy to even mention one of these two films beside the other, but my twisted thinking went like this: if I'm buying another frightfully bad movie, just because there's some Viggo in it, then let me also get a good one, where at least the overall quality of the experience should somehow compensate for the small amount of Viggo-featuring episodes. Seemed fair enough.;) Still, somehow I'm disappointed. I mean, Boiling Point doesn't have enough Viggo scenes to make up for being as frightfully bad as it is (he must have been really pressed for money to take that part... and of course he looks lovely, but I felt sorry for him anyway...); and as for Portrait..., it didn't actually sweep me off my feet as much as I thought it would. I always wanted to see that movie, just somehow never got around to it, but probably would have some day, even if Viggo wasn't there, or if I didn't know that he was. Anyway, I seem to have expected too much. Of course it's still very good, but I'd rather say I was captivated by some beautiful fragments, not by the film as a whole (I have exactly the same opinion on The Piano, by the way, so maybe that's just how I react to Jane Campion's work in general). Obviously the ending killed me and made me cry, but that's no surprise whatsoever, it was romantically intense Viggo at his best, so I simply had to melt, dissolve and die on the spot. Which I gratefully did.:) Someone said that the wig they put on him in that film didn't suit him very well, and maybe it really doesn't... but he's still beautiful, he's just so beautiful that nothing can spoil it, and I am more in love with him every day, just looking at some pictures or screencaps of him makes my eyes water, and it's freaking unbelievable, the last time I felt like this because of anyone was more than ten years ago, and I thought I had MATURED since then or something, but apparently I haven't. I just feel like a lovesick teenager, totally mesmerized, addicted to the sound of his voice and all his facial expressions, unable to tear my eyes away... unless I'm doing it in order to read some slashy porn that helps me imagine him in an erotic situation. And of course I'm not getting enough sleep, since there's much too much said porn to be found, and it's much too hard to stop reading, even if my eyes are already falling out. Who said I need more sleep anyway? All I need is more Viggo. More movies, more photos and more RPS fics. I'm devouring it all with wild abandon. And it makes me frightfully happy... as well as completely insane. Which I've been - not necessarily the former, but the latter - for most of my life anyway...