…and of course, Elvis again proves to be The King:
*I’ll have a blue penis without you
I’ll be so blue just thinking about you
Decorations of red on a green christmas tree
Won’t be the same dear, if you’re not here with me
And when those blue snowflakes start falling
That’s when those blue memories start calling
You’ll be doin’ all right, with your christmas of white
But I’ll have a blue, blue blue blue penis
*
We watched Watchmen here in Bangkok yesterday afternoon (Saturday afternoon), and the penis was a big blue blur. The local censors managed to blur it so skillfully that you had to look closely to tell it was not really that way in the film itself. Not pixellated, but a sort of vague blue blur. They did pixellate out Rorschach’s meat-cleaver scene but thankfully left Silk Specter’s nude scenes intact.
(Insert obligatory penis/Bang-kok joke here.)
Not that I want to see giant penises or cleaver murders, but this sort of censorship I find annoying and childish. They keep saying they’re “about” to institute a new Western-style ratings code and do away with such censorship, but it never seems to happen. And yet they left all of the scenes completely intact in recent Oscar nominees like The Reader. It’s really hit or miss the way they do it.
It’s especially galling because while they feel the need to protect my delicate sensibilities from big blue penises, there are several live lesbian sex shows around and more than a few bars where you can get a blowjob at the bar while you’re enjoying a cold brewski and watching hard-core porn on the TV above the bar. But heaven forbid I be subjected to a big blue animated penis.
So then… who cares about whatever they do with their movies. 
It’s the principle, gosh darn it! No one should be able to keep a big blue penis out of my face.