The new Beowulf is out - basically, the odd offspring of the basic plot outlines of the poem, crossed with the movies 300, and, worse, Polar Express - the review, I noted, perfectly expresses my opinion of the body tweaking in said 300 (about which I continue to ask, why? Whence this notion that a six-pack is all that and a bag of chips? Myself, I am not opposed to a bit of a tum, but... that is neither here nor there.) From the NYT review:
The same no doubt accounts for why Mr. Winstone, an actor of substantial stomach girth who is every inch a sexy beast in his own right, has been transformed into a generic-looking gym rat complete with six-pack.
'Generic-looking gym rat' - flawless. I could not be more over the 'one-acceptable-body-type-for-women' thing (please, Ms. Parton? Ms. Ricci? Eat something, for the love of god) and I'm saddened to think that now the concept is going to be applied to men, too (although, with my typical feminist slant, I note that men aren't expected to *be* the 'correct' body type yet, they are just CGI'ed into it).
