I feel love (actually it’s another word starting with L)

There was an incident last night that I should be blogging about, but I can’t … because of Bradley Cooper’s hips.

I went to see Bradley in American Hustle – arriving with seconds to spare because of the incident – from the luxury of a Gold Class reclining couchy seat thingy.

I don’t know if it was the whole almost-lying-down bit or the Cosmopolitan I was sipping (go Gold Class!), but I quite fancied Bradley in American Hustle.

Well, I didn’t fancy his perm or his clothes or his dangly necklaces … but his hips, his hips were quite something.

There was this scene at Studio 54 where he was dancing with Amy Adams to Donna Summer’s “I Feel Love”.

I couldn’t find any stills of it to illustrate my point, but let’s just say my nether regions felt like they were riding the Big Dipper when those strobe lights started. I clutched my sister’s arm and turned to give her an “OH MY GAWD” look … but only for a fraction of a second because I didn’t want to miss a single moment of his hips in action.

Bradley recalls: “That was a thing where we had six hours to shoot it. It was an added scene that we thought of when Amy and I were dancing together in his office and he came in, he goes, ‘You guys gotta dance together in the movie.’ So we turned this into the scene where they almost sleep together, as being in the bathroom stall of Studio 54, it became this whole thing. So we had six hour to shoot that whole thing. We did that on the fly in a lot of ways.”

Geez I wish I could have watched him hip swivel for six hours …

Sigh.

As for the incident. I’ll get to that on Sunday.

Ah, the suspense!