Welcome back to The Confession Booth. It is Easter Sunday and she hath risen! On this most Gadot of days, we must unburden our souls, cleanse our wicked sins, and lay prostrate before the Goddess Gal Gadot as we beg for forgiveness. She is hungry, and chocolate eggs just aren’t going to cut it. She demands your confession!
So once again it falls to me, the most reverend Reverend, to lead my fine flock of Outposters to our Last Movie Outpost Confession Booth and to prepare you for a damn good, hard, cleansing. My soul, and my underpants, are prepared. Are yours?
What is the most unashamed “Movie Nerd” thing you have done in real life because of your nerdiness?
As a fan of James Bond did you actually go and buy a Walther PPK? Or even an Aston Martin? Did you once bid a ridiculous amount on eBay for a pair of Superman’s red underoos? Did you rename your boat the Orca? Do you actually have a cave full of bats under your house and are currently staring at this website, broodingly, while your English butler fusses over you?
Let he who is without trousers have the first pick of the choir, and let he who is without sin cast the first stone. Even I, the most reverend Reverend and the chosen representative of the Goddess Gal Gadot on Earth, hath sinned. And oh boy, do I sin!
My nerdiness knows no bounds. Once, on vacation in Miami, I made it a two-center holiday and drove many hours all the way down across the Florida Keys to Key West as I wanted to drive over the bridge from True Lies and License to Kill. Then I went around the Key West filming locations for License to Kill. Hemingway sure did have a lot of cats.
Now it is your turn. Unburden yourself on this most joyful of days and confess. CONFESS!