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
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anway, 'tis the bestest. but hugs and tissues anyhow *kisses*.
the sir ian crush is kind of adorable but bear in mind the last thing i saw him is 'coronation street' last week... he plays a very dapper, faux novelist confidence trickster (from what i can gather) - you'd adore him, but i'm now a little squicked out. hee, so very gay. *giggles*.
aargh, the gay boys. my family automatically assume every boy i take home is bisexual, not because of any secrets i've disclosed about them, but they just all have that thing. can't deny that it brings about all kinds of prettiness though.... our!j and teenaged sonic lust, the beguiling ambiguity of my little sex kitten elijah... pretty much everything gael garcia bernal has ever done... and i'm hearing whispers (for i'm pretty um, behind, in movie gossip) that jake gyllenhaal will shortly be appearing as a gay cowboy. oh my.
and i'm not sure why we like our boys to be a little bendable but it's an undeniable gorgeous thing. see, it's interesting in the way that female homo-erotic fascination is so very different from the male perspective. for one thing, i would be more than happy to watch *plucks names from the gutter ether* pablo and jose mourinho go at it without ever feeling the need to intrude. whereas men, well, they just feel the need to insert themselves, don't they?
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