Okay, this might be old news for some of you but in my defence, I have been living in a hole under a huge rock, so this is the first time I am seeing this ad:
At first, I thought it was the Korean version of the man-bra that the Japanese had come up with a few years ago (no really, you can buy it on Rakuten) but upon, um, closer inspection, Vivien appears to be a lingerie brand targeted solely at women. Parent company Namyeung has a separate line for men called Gentoff but from what I can see, its range of underwear seems to be limited to briefs. (On a separate note, why are they hiring Caucasian models when there are so many Korean actors who can fill those pants more than adequately? I have a list of guys I would like to see model those briefs, starting with a certain baseball pitcher, but I digress.)
Perhaps Japanese lingerie label Peach John should take a leaf out of Namyeung’s book and hire a few of J-ent’s finest to endorse their wares instead of relying on the same AKB48 faces all the time. Of course, this being Japan, the male celebrity would probably have to model the bras to, you know, demonstrate their cleavage-enhancing properties. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind. Here are my top three candidates for the job: (potentially NSFW unless you live in France or a Scandinavian country) (more…)
This is so many kinds of stupid I don’t even know where to begin. Definitely going to watch it come April XD
Random thoughts and observations:
- If Suzuki Ryohei’s buns and Yamapi’s moobs were to have a showdown, which one would win?
- I’d like to know how Suzuki is going to explain this movie to his daughter when she’s old enough to talk. My guess is this: “Well, daddy lost a drinking bet with Oguri-san…”
- I want to know what Japan puts in its water. I think I need some of it as well.
Picture this scenario: you’re at a party and you meet a cute guy with whom you hit it off right away. For the next few weeks, you spend most of your waking hours daydreaming about what it would be like to spend the rest of your lives together. As you get to know him better, however, you start noticing little things that cool your ardour towards him. Before you know it, all the quirks you once found endearing now irritate the crap out of you, making you wonder how you could even have considered jumping him in the first place (and whether you should go get your eyes checked.)
This, gentle reader, basically sums up my relationship with Rich Man, Poor Woman. If you’re here looking for someone to share your OTP squee, I’m afraid you’ve come to the wrong place because I don’t have much to say that doesn’t involve the gnashing of teeth. If you don’t want your buzz trampled on, please take your leave now.
My feelings about RMPW in a nutshell.
Right. Still here? Don’t say I didn’t give you fair warning.
Okay, so my words have returned to bite me in the you-know-where. In my earlier post, I said this was a promising series and made a bunch of predictions about how the story would develop. It looks like the jinx is working again because no sooner had I hit the “publish” button than I found my face meeting my palm.
Whatever mild spots this drama had in the first four episodes have basically developed into full-blown warts. I’ll probably watch this till the end but dear lord, why is Kosuke turning into a K-drama second lead? And I’m not talking about the Moon Jae-shin variety either. All that’s missing is a pair of hairy eyeballs and a Laser Glare of Doom…*eyebrow twitches*
Arata, you are a better actor than that. DO NOT GO THERE. *mild spoilers ahead* (more…)
I think I’m sensing a pattern here.
I wasn’t planning to watch this drama at all because a) its title gave me hives and b) the nine episodes of Rooftop Prince that I watched pretty much filled my quota of the bratty-chaebol-meets-poor-plucky-heroine romance trope for the rest of the year.
And that, I thought, was that till I came across various bloggers talking about the cliffhanger at the end of episode 1, plus random speculation about Ishihara Satomi’s character not being all that she appeared to be. So curiosity piqued, it was with extremely low expectations that I watched the first episode, and then the next and well…it’s been a while since Shut Up Flower Boy Band but boy am I glad to have another drama that fills me with glee again. *Mild spoilers ahead* (more…)
So in case you haven’t heard, the GTO remake began its run last week. I wasn’t interested in checking it out but ever since I found out that Takimoto Miori was cast in the role of Fuyutsuki Asuza, morbid curiosity has been threatening to get the better of me. Seriously, did Japan run out of actresses in their mid-20s? I would rather have seen Sawajiri Erika (isn’t she looking for a job?) or even Iwasa Mayuko (who is actually quite a versatile actress despite what her gravure idol image might have you think) play this character — if nothing else, at least you can count on them to bring some spice to the role. Plus, HamsapSukebe’s review of the first episode has also made me very curious. That Kawaguchi Haruna has the potential to be on par with Nakamura Aimi’s Queen Bitch Miyabi is interesting since the only thing I’ve seen Kawaguchi in is Ouran and let’s just say she was very raw in that drama.
Anyway, reading about the remake got me thinking about the 1998 series, which remains a nostalgic favourite of mine. I can still remember waiting impatiently for each new episode to air, not to mention playing Poison on loop and
perving at crushing on admiring Kubozuka Yosuke’s profile.
GTO is by no means a perfect drama. It has its flaws and watching the episodes again after 14 years makes them even more obvious. But even though this drama may seem a little dated now, Sorimachi Takashi’s charismatic performance is timeless and the chemistry between him and the students remains wonderfully addictive.
So without further ado, here’s a fond look back at Class 2-4 and the bestest sensei that ever was. (more…)