Last night, in keeping with Easter weekend tradition, I set aside five-and-a-half hours and watched ABC's showing of the most epic B-movie ever made: Cecil B. DeMille's The Ten Commandments.
Even after all these years, the terrible dialog, the overacting, the non-Jews playing Jews, HESTON! -- it's all just overwhelmingly awesome.
But as I've said here once before, nothing -- and I mean nothing -- gives me more reason to watch each year than the chance to bite my fist with unquenchable lust every time Anne Baxter appears on-screen as Nefretiri. She was seriously raw sex personified in that role, and my early boyhood crush on her likely set the stage for a 30-some-odd-year addiction to vengeful, duplicitous, treacherous, cuckolding -- but smokin' hot -- women.
Here's to you, my queen.
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