This is a testimonial to my addiction and said addiction is to the film Zoolander.
I'm one of those people who refuses to see Hollywood blockbusters because they're devoid of acting talent, story, writing, consistency, etc. I'm a total movie snob who watches arthouse films at the cinema, doesn't watch popular TV (no, not even Big Brother, Australian Idol or X-Factor) and listens to non-popular music.
But dammit, I fricken' loved this film. It was done entirely straight (as any parody should) and had so many fashion in-jokes and quite biting fashion industry critiques. I found it uterly hilarious and I've watched it a few times. Still I'm not sick of it..........
So here it is, here's a thread for the Zoolander tragics amongst us. Come on brothers and sisters, show your faces and admit to yourselves and others that it's simply not enough to be "really, really, incredibly GOOD looking". Even if you end up injured after a freak gasoline-fight accident, attend the 'Derek Zoolander School for Kids Who Don't Read Good', are currently sandwiched between two Finnish Dwarves and a Maori tribesman or designed the Piano-Key Necktie, don't be embarrassed.
Now I have to go work on 'Magnum'.