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Big Muscles
I never liked Schwarzenegger. I never like Stallone either. The Big Muscles thing always struck me as infantile. I can remember being hooked on big muscles when I was seven or eight. My big muscles hero was Steve Reeves- who played Hercules and similar characters in a series of lets-see-how-much-we-can-get-away-with Italian tits 'n' toga epics c.1960. Once puberty started to kick in, Steve toppled out of my pantheon of love-objects, to be replaced by Audrey Hepburn.
I'm a girlie-man.
Schwarzenegger's performance at the RNC was piss poor. The jokes were crass and predictable and he fluffed the timing. The political content was nil. Mainly he stood there and preened and grinned. He was a receiver. A satellite dish. He was there to gather up the adulation of the hall and transmit it on to George W Bush.
If his skin were any tighter his face would split in two. Or maybe four.
I'm a girlie-man.
Schwarzenegger's performance at the RNC was piss poor. The jokes were crass and predictable and he fluffed the timing. The political content was nil. Mainly he stood there and preened and grinned. He was a receiver. A satellite dish. He was there to gather up the adulation of the hall and transmit it on to George W Bush.
If his skin were any tighter his face would split in two. Or maybe four.