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As per usual, My Name is Marshall brought the LOLZ, the hot, the homages to Antonio Banderas films and the World's Most Boring B-Plot.
I could talk about the fact this show seems like it's written by a million monkeys at a million typewriters ("'it was the best of times, it was the BLURST of times?!'"), but really:
...who the hell is here for the plot?
I mentioned to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
firthgal or jesshelga or one of those dudes I know that this episode basically passed through my head on mute with Frankie Avalon singing this song.
(I'd suggest you imagine Ol' Avalon crooning "Marshall" instead of "Venus", but honestly, where's the fun in that? I'd also suggest if you're after plot in this mini-picspam to visitfirthgal's wonderful spamarama.)
Oh!Venus Marshall! Wahhh oooh!
You think I'm going to make some crass joke about him being bent over a bonnet, or a dipstick, or a splurting, erupting radiator hose, but I'm simply not going to cave to your whims and do so.
See, Dave Foley is COUGHTHEBADGUYCOUGH in witness protection, when suddenly the need for a Desperado-esque shoot-out occurs.
You can almost here the Michael Bay movie squeal of the guitar, can't you? Magic.
Did I mention Marshall got shot in the Desperado-Michael Bay Fun Times? He did. Mary's touching his lithe, slightly muscular but not too much side. I like the sides of boys. They're nice.
I have to admit, Marshall's continued banter with Mary here cracked me up - it was really well performed and executed. Fred's drawl should be put to use voicing a Disney character who acts stoned but ISN'T stoned, because it's Disney and who cares if said not-stoned character dresses like a hippie and is, like, an iguana?
I think I capped this for a) it's ability to convey the way I feel towards Mary's family and b) it's funny. I am not a deep creature, my friends, and the fact I'm ogling this man like he's freshly baked white bread is a testimony to this.
Here is Marshall. He's wearing a wifebeater. It's sweaty. And, he has a long neck. It's giraffe-esque. And, bbs, you know what they say about men with long necks...
I'll be here all week. Tip your waitress, thank you.
Finally, I have to admit - this was the first time I saw "it". "It" being the Mary/Marshall ship - okay, she was scarily oblivious, but they were Team US Marshal and I wanted them to have a big ol' emotional, scared, violent pash.
(Despite this being episode four, and really, guys, you don't bring out the big guns like partner-mortal-danger-pashes until at least the end of season two/start of season three [PSYCH!? YOU PAYING ATTENTION?]).
Seriously. This is season three material, peeps. And we only had to wait four weeks!
In conclusion: Marshall was shot, he loves Mary, I love him, his neck is long, Michael Bay is not someone you want to take cinematography advice from.
Next week: Marshall has a sling!Mary's family mysteriously disappears into the Bermuda Triangle!
Joey Lawrence's number one hit "Nothin' My Love Can't Fix" is playing.
Strangely, fitting.
I could talk about the fact this show seems like it's written by a million monkeys at a million typewriters ("'it was the best of times, it was the BLURST of times?!'"), but really:
...who the hell is here for the plot?
I mentioned to
firthgal or jesshelga or one of those dudes I know that this episode basically passed through my head on mute with Frankie Avalon singing this song.(I'd suggest you imagine Ol' Avalon crooning "Marshall" instead of "Venus", but honestly, where's the fun in that? I'd also suggest if you're after plot in this mini-picspam to visit
firthgal's wonderful spamarama.) Oh!
You think I'm going to make some crass joke about him being bent over a bonnet, or a dipstick, or a splurting, erupting radiator hose, but I'm simply not going to cave to your whims and do so.
See, Dave Foley is COUGHTHEBADGUYCOUGH in witness protection, when suddenly the need for a Desperado-esque shoot-out occurs.
You can almost here the Michael Bay movie squeal of the guitar, can't you? Magic.
Did I mention Marshall got shot in the Desperado-Michael Bay Fun Times? He did. Mary's touching his lithe, slightly muscular but not too much side. I like the sides of boys. They're nice.
I have to admit, Marshall's continued banter with Mary here cracked me up - it was really well performed and executed. Fred's drawl should be put to use voicing a Disney character who acts stoned but ISN'T stoned, because it's Disney and who cares if said not-stoned character dresses like a hippie and is, like, an iguana?
I think I capped this for a) it's ability to convey the way I feel towards Mary's family and b) it's funny. I am not a deep creature, my friends, and the fact I'm ogling this man like he's freshly baked white bread is a testimony to this.
Here is Marshall. He's wearing a wifebeater. It's sweaty. And, he has a long neck. It's giraffe-esque. And, bbs, you know what they say about men with long necks...
THEY WEAR TURTLENECKS!
I'll be here all week. Tip your waitress, thank you.
Finally, I have to admit - this was the first time I saw "it". "It" being the Mary/Marshall ship - okay, she was scarily oblivious, but they were Team US Marshal and I wanted them to have a big ol' emotional, scared, violent pash.
(Despite this being episode four, and really, guys, you don't bring out the big guns like partner-mortal-danger-pashes until at least the end of season two/start of season three [PSYCH!? YOU PAYING ATTENTION?]).
Seriously. This is season three material, peeps. And we only had to wait four weeks!
In conclusion: Marshall was shot, he loves Mary, I love him, his neck is long, Michael Bay is not someone you want to take cinematography advice from.
Next week: Marshall has a sling!
Joey Lawrence's number one hit "Nothin' My Love Can't Fix" is playing.
Strangely, fitting.