apropos of nuffink
On Satdee, when Ari and I were humming and hahing in uncharacteristic indecision at Video Ezy*, I had a minor fannish explosion upon spotting The Scarlet Pimpernel, the 60s(?) Jane Seymour/Anthony Andrews version, on DVD. I know, I know, bad costumes, bad hair, possibly bad acting too.
But Ian McKellen ... as Chauvelin! *falls to knees* Oh god I loved him so, he was my first badboycrush. He was, he was. The way he devoured her with every smirk and glare, every devious word and slimy touch. The way he fought and fenced/rapiered Anthony Andrews around the table, all snaky elegance and wiry malice, and aimed all sorts of sex!beamage at him. Gah, I loved him so much!
Of course nobody bothered to tell swooning lil me that Ian McKellen was a flaming poof. And when I did discover that just recently, it was the trauma of 'losing' George Michael all over again! *melodramatic flourish* Anyone else want to step up and declare their poofiness? Mikey, sit back down and rearrange the wedding seatings again. Get back in that white tuxedo, Tiny Dancer!
Now I just assume any male actor or musician I'm attracted to is just a tiny bit gay. To, y'know, pre-empt the inevitable frustrated shriek. Was I the least bit surprised when word leaked that Hoolian had tried and ultimately succeeded in macking on to Courtney Taylor? Certainly not. Did I bat a lid when Matt Bellamy straddled the drums and made muso eyes at Dom? Noooo. Did I fall off my seat when Michael Rosenbaum showed us the boy in his bed? Well, actually ... hell, no.
Bisexuality is so passe... *flops hand*
I'm delirious with cold. Did I mention?
*ari, would you believe i just saw caps for Shattered Glass? i kid you not. we so should have got something hayden to combat the hack!bastard lucas.
But Ian McKellen ... as Chauvelin! *falls to knees* Oh god I loved him so, he was my first badboycrush. He was, he was. The way he devoured her with every smirk and glare, every devious word and slimy touch. The way he fought and fenced/rapiered Anthony Andrews around the table, all snaky elegance and wiry malice, and aimed all sorts of sex!beamage at him. Gah, I loved him so much!
Of course nobody bothered to tell swooning lil me that Ian McKellen was a flaming poof. And when I did discover that just recently, it was the trauma of 'losing' George Michael all over again! *melodramatic flourish* Anyone else want to step up and declare their poofiness? Mikey, sit back down and rearrange the wedding seatings again. Get back in that white tuxedo, Tiny Dancer!
Now I just assume any male actor or musician I'm attracted to is just a tiny bit gay. To, y'know, pre-empt the inevitable frustrated shriek. Was I the least bit surprised when word leaked that Hoolian had tried and ultimately succeeded in macking on to Courtney Taylor? Certainly not. Did I bat a lid when Matt Bellamy straddled the drums and made muso eyes at Dom? Noooo. Did I fall off my seat when Michael Rosenbaum showed us the boy in his bed? Well, actually ... hell, no.
Bisexuality is so passe... *flops hand*
I'm delirious with cold. Did I mention?
*ari, would you believe i just saw caps for Shattered Glass? i kid you not. we so should have got something hayden to combat the hack!bastard lucas.