April 9, 2014
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Crushin'
My celebrity crushes seem perfectly reasonable.
Sean Connery.
Ed Harris.
Joe Montegna.
Mark Hamill.
The painted-face savage on horseback in The Mummy -- swooooon
The only weird thing is that three of them -- the first three -- appear to be really lousy kissers, based on my cinematic observations. The same kind of lousy kisser: that loose-lipped, sloppy, over-reaching kind, lips as tentacles, groping (or, at best, overly tentative), seeking purchase on solid form . . . . I hate that kind of kissing.
All of them are mostly known for hero / savior type roles, although Harris does action-movie-bad guy, Montegna does duplicitous bastard, and Hamill does stalker/ serial killer so well it's genuinely creepy.
I don't know what else the Mummy guy's in (imdblah blah) and it's fine. He can remain that mysterious horsed rider. Mm-hmm, yep, I'm fine with that.
Frankly (pun intended), where men are concerned, I've had enough of reality for awhile.
Celebrity crush in effect. Cue: Mark Hamill. I wonder if Netflix has "The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia?"