I feel we’re missing context here. Italian food, okay. But why Italian Barbarian movies? Is that a genre? I know the Spagethi Western is, but is Italy really that invested in sword and sorcery? I think Dash just misheard or misinterpreted something.
Actually there were a number of italian-produced sword-and-sandal movies from the late 1950’s through the 1960’s starting with “Hercules” starring Steve Reeves as the title hero (in the original italian version he’s called Maciste, a muscular hero that dates back to the italian silent film era).
To be fair, a lot of these ‘barbarian’ movies are about gladiators, or greco-roman heroes, but fuck it. If they’re in leather shorts, sword-fighting other guys in leather shorts, it’s a friggin barbarian movie!
Also, these movies are, as a rule, VERY generous with their gratuitous deliciously-flat-chest shots. Combine that with all the shots of Crisco-coated dudes wrestling each other, and you’ll agree that they make for a much more romantic evening than any rom-com can ever boast.
I feel we’re missing context here. Italian food, okay. But why Italian Barbarian movies? Is that a genre? I know the Spagethi Western is, but is Italy really that invested in sword and sorcery? I think Dash just misheard or misinterpreted something.
RD’s gonna bang Dust’s mom while Dust is stuck in the hospital.
I can only hope so. Thus would the burn of defeat sting that much deeper.
Revenge is so delicious…
Actually there were a number of italian-produced sword-and-sandal movies from the late 1950’s through the 1960’s starting with “Hercules” starring Steve Reeves as the title hero (in the original italian version he’s called Maciste, a muscular hero that dates back to the italian silent film era).
Just check out “Sword And Sandal” on wikipedia.
What, that muffled mumbling? Oh no no, she’s surely asking for another colonic.
It really looks like she’s complaining, although about something else.
I guess she can be happy she wasn’t wearing her “silly panties, that would certainly have been humiliating.
Rainbow: “Wow, have I got a helluva wild yarn to spin for you, Lightning Dust! Booze, dancing, and then the bedroom; the whole trifecta!”
Lightning: [INDESCRIBABLE INTERNAL SCREAMING]
I don’t hear her complaining.
“Not yeeeeeeeeet~”
https://www.imdb.com/list/ls020646511/
To be fair, a lot of these ‘barbarian’ movies are about gladiators, or greco-roman heroes, but fuck it. If they’re in leather shorts, sword-fighting other guys in leather shorts, it’s a friggin barbarian movie!
Also, these movies are, as a rule, VERY generous with their gratuitous deliciously-flat-chest shots. Combine that with all the shots of Crisco-coated dudes wrestling each other, and you’ll agree that they make for a much more romantic evening than any rom-com can ever boast.
Gladiator/sword-and-sandals.
Something makes me think Italian Barbarian is code for Roman.
I don’t know if Spitfire could’ve anticipated, “taking advantage of the situation to hit on your mom.”