It's raining men, hallelujah
I love new school military movies. Really. Like, I know a lot of people are all "gore, oh noes!" Or "Military, que boring" or "Violence is bad." To which I'm like, uh, maybe you are not paying attention to the breeding ground of hotass that military movies are, for example:
Two seconds of channel surfing When Were Soldiers produces both Sean McNamara from Nip/Tuck and Don Draper from Mad Men.
The HBO magnum opus Band of Brothers not only provided Damien Lewis of Life and Ron Livingston from Office Space, but also, Jamie Bamber (BSG), James McAvoy, Marc Warren (of every Beeb show ever), Donnie Walhberg, Dexter Fletcher, Kirk Acevedo (Alvarez from Oz), Malarky is now on ER, and Liebgott is going to marry Jennifer Love Hewitt, although, you know, that's not a real recommendation.ETA: And I forgot about Spiers! Holy shit, dude, Lt. Dan Spiers is like, Rambo does Batman! And he's played by Rufus on Gossip Girl. I know that seems weird, but way before he was Rufus he was Spiers, and damn, was he the man.
Saving Private Ryan brought you who? Matt Damon! And like, a lot of other people.
I don't even like Black Hawk Down, but it had Ewan Bremmer (Trainspotting), Eric Bana, Hugh Dancy, Ioan Gyrffund, fucking Jeremy Piven and Ewan McGregor.
The Thin Red Line had Adrian Brody, Jim Caveziel, GEORGE, it had GEORGE, Thomas Jane, Ben Chaplin and Alvarez from Oz again (Kirk was totally getting around, where is he now anyway?)
So, you know, the next time I shriek that the entire world must watch Generation Kill just remember its pedigree, not only is it whip-smart, horrifying and sickingly inappropriately with the laughs, but it's a military movie/series. I promise you, the guys are dead hot. Do you really need much else?
*This is not brought to you by the fact that sometimes I watch the Military Channel hungover. No. Not even.
ETA: It is very hard for me to detox from the Olympics when Michael fucking Phelps is every fucking where, because then I just feel compelled to watch and read when he's fondling strippers and making bets with supremely hot football players. Stupid boy! I do not want to write some story where Michael goes to Cleveland to visit Braylon and Ryan has a hissy fit, least of all because Ryan is so not the hissy fit type. He's very laidback about everything, but there might be some snarky blowback later on.
Two seconds of channel surfing When Were Soldiers produces both Sean McNamara from Nip/Tuck and Don Draper from Mad Men.
The HBO magnum opus Band of Brothers not only provided Damien Lewis of Life and Ron Livingston from Office Space, but also, Jamie Bamber (BSG), James McAvoy, Marc Warren (of every Beeb show ever), Donnie Walhberg, Dexter Fletcher, Kirk Acevedo (Alvarez from Oz), Malarky is now on ER, and Liebgott is going to marry Jennifer Love Hewitt, although, you know, that's not a real recommendation.ETA: And I forgot about Spiers! Holy shit, dude, Lt. Dan Spiers is like, Rambo does Batman! And he's played by Rufus on Gossip Girl. I know that seems weird, but way before he was Rufus he was Spiers, and damn, was he the man.
Saving Private Ryan brought you who? Matt Damon! And like, a lot of other people.
I don't even like Black Hawk Down, but it had Ewan Bremmer (Trainspotting), Eric Bana, Hugh Dancy, Ioan Gyrffund, fucking Jeremy Piven and Ewan McGregor.
The Thin Red Line had Adrian Brody, Jim Caveziel, GEORGE, it had GEORGE, Thomas Jane, Ben Chaplin and Alvarez from Oz again (Kirk was totally getting around, where is he now anyway?)
So, you know, the next time I shriek that the entire world must watch Generation Kill just remember its pedigree, not only is it whip-smart, horrifying and sickingly inappropriately with the laughs, but it's a military movie/series. I promise you, the guys are dead hot. Do you really need much else?
*This is not brought to you by the fact that sometimes I watch the Military Channel hungover. No. Not even.
ETA: It is very hard for me to detox from the Olympics when Michael fucking Phelps is every fucking where, because then I just feel compelled to watch and read when he's fondling strippers and making bets with supremely hot football players. Stupid boy! I do not want to write some story where Michael goes to Cleveland to visit Braylon and Ryan has a hissy fit, least of all because Ryan is so not the hissy fit type. He's very laidback about everything, but there might be some snarky blowback later on.