Got any Valentine's Day plans? Hollywood does!

Valentine's Day is almost upon us ... and for me it always turns into a massacre because my Significant Other and I always leave it to the last microsecond and wind up hunting around restaurants because we (!) forgot to make reservations!

Take a tip from AG and make SOME kind of plans with a few days to spare! Like these guys, who seem to have it all worked out:







Ah, for a little romancing ...! I need to remind my Significant Other that AG needs at least as much romancing as, say, the DVD recorder or the bike. Maybe more. In fact, I'm sure I need more.

We demand video!

Much as I love Australia, there's times when you wish you were in North America: living downunder you get a terrible case of Bandwidth Envy. Down here? You pay top dollar for a squeezy-wheezy little bit of bandwidth, and when you're over your limit, ZAP -- they revert you to dialup speeds.

Meanwhile, in the USA (where else?) you can sign up with Netflix for US$9-a-month and get access to streaming video on the teev ... any movie, anytime, with a catalog of 12,000 titles to choose from right now, and growing all the time.

Wanna read the whole story that just popped up on the Star Tribune this morning: here it is!

'Scuze me now while I go gnash my teeth. Aus doesn't have the bandwidth available, and what with the internet filtering (filleting) that's due to start very soon, we're likely to lose the internet altogether -- imagine this: the internet is taken down!!! There's been talk about it. (Mel Keegan has blogged loads about this in the last few months. What you need to do it go over to The World According to Mel and click on the "Save the Internet!" label, and get ready to be appalled.

Okay -- that's the news -- where's the eye candy???

How about James McAvoy -- blond!


How's about luscious Gerard Butler looking -- well, like this:


Or are you in the mood for Christian Bale in the shower? Here goes:


And for those who are loony for Cloony, here's Gorgeous George, plus pooch:


And to round it off, how's about Mark Wahlberg, complete with tattoo:


Nice dose of eye candy!

Brad Pitt: sure to be the blast from OUR past

Okay ... all that talk about Brad Pitt in the previous post, and all those stills from historicals ... got me to thinking about Troy, and Brad. So, since the previous post was for your Mom, let's have a blast from the present. Brad? Brad. Give me a reason why not.

(Sound of silence reverberating on my eardrums. Therefore --)







Eye candy, right? Like, you need an excuse?!

What, you DO need an excuse?! Okay, I can be accommodating. We'll make this a brain-sharpening execrise. Here's your assigmnet.

1) polish the steam off your glasses
2) figure out which of the five pix in the above lineup is out of place there
3) write a 100 word essay explaining why
4) post it here as a comment
5) make an appointment to get your brain examined

And NO, this is not a competition, and I am NOT giving out prizes! Mind you, I could be persuaded to blather less and post more eye candy...

A major blast from the past. One for Mom: Stewart Granger rocked

Ever wondered who your Mom .. or possibly your Grandmom, depending on how old you aren't! ... was bonkers about when she was your age? In my case, I don't have to wonder, because I was born into the TV Rerun Age, meaning I grew up with her favorite movies on the box.

This post is dedicated to my Mom, and to a lot of happy childhood memories. Let me tell you, Mom had great taste, and I knew what a hunk in tights looked like by the time I was five.

Mom's #1 All-Time Fave was Stewart Granger...


There you go: Greek gods walked the earth when your Mom was a lass, too. Believe me, Stewart Granger was the Brad Pitt of his day.

Need more convincing that folks were red-blooded and bonkers for actors back in the days before Vodaphone and BlueRay and Hubble Space Telescope and Pop Tarts?


What did I say about hunks in tights? Noooooobody looked as good in tights as Stewart Granger. It's all about the legs. Trust me on this. I grew up sitting infront of Scaramouche (the above image) and The Prisoner of Zenda:


And Mom was far from alone in her, uh, appreciation of Mr. Granger's finer points ... of which there were many. (Incidentally, she's 79 now, and she's a big Brad Pitt fan. The lady has great taste.) Not a whole lot of movie people made the cover of LIFE magazine, but here's your provenance:



So, this post is for Mom, and for younger folks who can still spot a hunk when they see one ... and who have a secret stash of (shock! horror!) classic movie DVDs tucked away where no kids stumble over them, so they can be sneaked out and watched in the wee small hours ... on account of it's not kewl to watch movies made before you were born, and which don't involve rayguns, space battles, buckets of blood, nudity, graphic violence, people wearing their baseball caps backwards, and ... so forth.

Mind you, guys were just as delectable in those days. Here's something to ponder upon, before I paste in a few more Stewart Granger pictures for Mom (and kindred spirits) ... whatchya gonna do when all the great Pitt and Depp and Reeves and Smith movies are all 30 years old? You reckon you'll stop drooling over Brad in Legends of the Fall and Troy ...?!

I rest my case! And now -- here you go, Mom, have some more pictures:

Emails from Wolverine country

After posting about Hugh Jackman just three hours ago, here I am again, on the same delicious subject!

Got a quickie update for the Hugh-Jackman-aholics out there (and in here, come to that). You gotta see this: http://www.aintitcool.com/node/39807 ... Hugh actually emailed Aint It Cool News's Harry Knowles ... and the mail system ate the message. Doesn't it always, when it's something of a life and death nature, such as a personal email from Hugh Jackman?

Good lord. Hugh emails you, and you appear to, uh, ignore him?? (Actually, you'd fainted, passed out cold on the deck, cracked your head down there, and have been counting pixies for the last six hours...)

Check it out, people!

On the cover of the Rolling Stone --!

So, my Significant Other is listening to old-old music on new-new electronics. You've got Doctor Hook and the Medicine Show pounding out of an MP3 player attached to computer speakers, right so far? Right. An they're doing their really Big Number from about thirty years ago --

The Cover of the Rolling Stone. Remember it? And I got to thinking, "Gee-Zeus, it's hard to get on the cover of Rolling Stone magazine. In all their years of working, A-listers like Ewan McGregor, Hugh Jackman and Brendan Fraser have never made the cover yet --

But Doctor Hook did. They did it by writing an hilarious song:
The song was so damned funny, and probably did Rolling Stone a power of good (publicity like this, you cannot buy), and they met the Medicine Show halfway with the cover equivalent of the whacked-out song. Kewl. (Incidentally, the band still has a webpage. Wouldn't you know it? Doctor Hook, uh, dot-com.)

And all this got me to thinking ... so, who HAS made the cover of the Rolling Stone?

Well, for sure the mag has its favorites. Johnny Depp had been on the cover at least four times; Star Wars was on their at least six times that I know of. Brad Pitt has made the cover twice; Angelina's been on there about four times -- so far. She ain't 35 yet. Give her time.

So, just for fun I present the following for your entertainment -- enjoy! (I've uploaded thumbnails because there's s lot of them -- give 'em a CLICK for the fill-sized scan.)



This could go on all day ... time to stop and go get a cup of tea!

Hugh Jackman: in costume ... and out!

Got to drool just a little bit over the story running on Now today:

"Hugh Jackman has revealed that he takes part in role play with his wife in the bedroom.
The actor, 40, says Deborra-Lee Furness often falls for the characters in his movies. ‘She loves me in costume because it makes her feel like she’s having an affair — in a good way,’ he says, reports The Sun. ‘I played a prisoner with tattoos and she’d say, “Don’t take your tattoos off tonight!”’Deborra-Lee, 53, met Hugh on an Australian TV series in 1995.
http://www.nowmagazine.co.uk/celebrity-news/298933/hugh-jackman-my-wife-loves-me-to-dress-up-in-the-bedroom/1/

Come to think of it, I'll bet she gets him to take the claws off, though --

It's Happy Anniversary for Hugh and Deborra-Lee this month -- their thirteenth! And I think they just proved it's "lucky thirteen."


He beat Brad Pitt, George Clooney and a the rest of the Hollywood regiment and a couple of months ago put on the crown of the world's sexiest man ... some folks are apparently disgruntled, but -- guys, I put it to you:



You may cast your votes now. What's that I hear? I'm sorry, dear, I can't make out a word you're saying through the drool ... let me get you a tissue.