From my darling mother I inherited brown hair, brown eyes, an inability to keep plants alive, and an unfaltering love for Daniel Day-Lewis.
It started with Last of the Mohicans. It is my mom's favorite movie, and I was forced to watch it when I was too young to stomach its mature themes. The movie literally haunted me.
I first watched it on a tiny silver television we found stuffed in a downstairs closet of a solid old house that we were renting on the shore of Christmas Cove, Maine. The violence was excessive and the throbbing love stories woven into the plot were above my prepubescent comprehension.
Despite all this, there was one thing I clearly understood: Daniel Day-Lewis was a one hot hunk of man.
...we now own Last of the Mohicans on VHS and DVD.
It started with Last of the Mohicans. It is my mom's favorite movie, and I was forced to watch it when I was too young to stomach its mature themes. The movie literally haunted me.
I first watched it on a tiny silver television we found stuffed in a downstairs closet of a solid old house that we were renting on the shore of Christmas Cove, Maine. The violence was excessive and the throbbing love stories woven into the plot were above my prepubescent comprehension.
Despite all this, there was one thing I clearly understood: Daniel Day-Lewis was a one hot hunk of man.
...we now own Last of the Mohicans on VHS and DVD.
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