Am I disgusting for ogling Laura Linney's smokin' hot bod?
Okay, when I saw this in the theater with my wife about a dozen years ago, I was shocked, shocked seeing Laura Linney on the floor, bound, writing, and dying.
And all I could think of was, "GODDAMN! That is one fiiiiiine body!" Where the hell has she been hiding that sweet, sweet, body all these years?
Am I a sick disgusting sociopath, or am I just appreciative of the female form in all its glory?
I want the doctor to take your picture so I can look at you from inside as well.