Media Rats & Rugby Thugs Beckon Thee to Gay Paree
posted by July 25 at 11:17 AM
onThis past weekend, I finally saw Ratatouille, the Disney/Pixar/Brad Bird film about [spoiler alert] a rat that becomes a chef by pulling a guy’s hair. The movie’s good, if you don’t mind looking at cartoon rats of varying degrees of disgustingness for 110 minutes, but not as exciting or satisfying as The Incredibles, Disney/Pixar/Bird’s last collaboration. But the movie makes Paris look absolutely gorgeous, which I understand isn’t hard, but still, the Pixarized Paris was one of the best parts of the movie, and makes me want to visit Paris immediately (as does another less-than-exemplary film, Everyone Says I Love You).
After Ratatouille, I found the photo above on Towleroad, which identified it as the work of the French tourism site C’est So Paris, which hopes to attract Londoners to Paris for the forthcoming Rugby World Cup matches “in the city of love.” (See the full ad here.)
If Paris is as gorgeous as Pixar suggests AND full of mashing rugby thugs, I’d be willing to overlook the haute cuisine prepared by vermin…
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I think Rugby was the Gay Sport of Choice™ way back in 2002. There was a calender featuring a bunch of circuit trash losers even--all of whom, I believe, have since gone onto either Put-Put Golf or RSVP Cruises for Gay 12-Steppers in Recovery.
A shame Paris is behind the ball on this. It's still a nice poster though.
I assume they are biting each other's tongues out. Rugby players are beyond the pale. They stick their fingers up each other's asses to get a grip. Never, ever, ever get on a bus or train or plane or boat with rugby players. They will tear the place to shreds and eat the beer bottles.
Boats too???
Dang.
Paris has it's good points, don't get me wrong, but if your idea of "gorgeous" DOESN'T include: little in the way of greenery outside of the larger parks & thoroughfares; boring-to-downright ugly 18th & 19th century architecture; and sidewalks literally awash in dog feces, then you might want to change your mind about its relative merits.
That picture is so my new desktop.
I read a book once where a fellow took the ferry from England to Ireland with a rugby team. They drank the whole boat dry, tore it to shreds, terrorized the citizenry, and filled every corner of the boat with vomit. You sleep on the floor.
Oh, Comte, I didn't see any dog shit when I was there. They have these adorable little green trucks all over the city to hoover it all up now. And an army of guys washing the streets and sidewalks with high-pressure hoses and carpet rolls to direct the flow. Cleanest city I've ever been in, overall.
Fnarf, I have yet to eat a beer bottle- And sticking one's finger in the ass for a better grip is only encouraged off the pitch, at the Cuff.
DAMN! That pic is so vivid I can taste that guys tongue!
Well, you're not a real rugger then, UNPAID. Get chomping.
Those French rugby players are so liberated. In England, they have to get drunk before they start getting naked and having sex with each other.
Heh.
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If you like your Ruggers then check this out (Via Sullivan).
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x28k1o_rugger
Oh so NSFW.
Did you know that, in the real Paris, rats don't cook?
I'm just saying, that was part of the filmmaker's imagination. Which means that it isn't real.
So, there's that.
@13: No. I refuse to believe what you say. Ratatouille was a documentary.
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