Y'know, if there was ever any danger of us all turning PC, Nate'd set us straight but quick.
See, it's incredibly intuitive framing like this that makes me such a sought-after photographer.
"Leeeeet's siiiiink the Miiiiinnooooow agaaaaain..."
"Leeeeet's siiiiink the Miiiiinnooooow agaaaaain!"
"Thaaaaaaat's right! Straight from the shores of Oahu, a genuine Pacific island mail-order bride! Great for
long walks on the beach, meaningless sex, and divorce settlements once she gets her citizenship.
And all this can be yours... if the price is right!"
Okay, look, I could deal with the Mel Gibson Hamlet. After all, the play's supposed to be set in the dark ages. And the Branagh version was still okay; I mean, the royalty of the nineteenth century were slimy enough to fit right in, right? And the Ethan Hawke version, set in corporate America, was pretty clever, too. But I can not deal with a hula-princess Ophelia.
Oh, so many captions, so little time...