CONNIE TALKS UNEXPECTED HEARTTHROBS
Well, now that Kitty has sunk back into whatever tequila induced oblivion she’s currently inhabiting, let’s play!
Reading the comments under Kitty’s so-called interview, I was struck by how many times I’ve been caught off guard by a case of character infatuation. They creep up on you unexpectedly, this desire to know (and I do mean this in the Biblical sense) characters that you wopudl never in a hundred years suspect you’d find appealing. Even more than appealing, downright tasty!
No, no, no. I’m not talking about bad boys, the hard-edged navy seal or dissolute duke that you know is damaged and troubled and dangerous...everyone lusts after them. I’m talking about Unexpected Heartthrobs.
Here’s a starter list. Sneer if you want. In fact, I encourage it because then I can come back and tell you about some of Teresa’s heartthrobs.
Yes, Alan Rickman has a yummy voice but who would ever have guessed he would completely usurp Kevin Costner’s unintentionally hilarious (and pitiable) Robin Hood with his over-the-top rendition of a would-be rapist, the Sherriff of Nottingham. Yet, this is the same guy who plays Snapes in the Harry Potter films, with a face like a unbaked custard framed by oily lank black locks.
And how about current hubba-hubba, Hugh Laurie? I secretly pined after him when he played Bertie Wooster in BBC’s Wooster and Jeeves series. I couldn’t quite (secretly or un) pine after him as Prince George in the Blackadder series. But as Gregory House? Be still, oh heart!
And speaking of Blackadder, who would have thought that frog-faced Mr. Bean (aka Rowan Atkinson) could sardonic up so nicely as both the Elizabethan and the Regency incarnations of Blackadder? Being able to atrike at a second’s notice with a scalpel sharp come-back always jacks up the sex appeal, too.
Okay, I know they’re all English. I’m on a roll. So let me finish the Anglophil-lustamania.
In the title role of Bernard Black, Dylan Moran, who wrote and starred in Blacks Books, another BBC series, is horrible, sour, bitter and unaccountably desirable.
Let me see… Any Americans come to mind? Ohhhhh, yes. My, my, my. As well as having a thing for despicable men, I also have a thing for guys with smoky bourbon-soft voices. And while I have always thought Alec Baldwin was physically delicious (The Shadow, anyone?) it is only as the driven, uber-controlling, slightly over-weight and preternaturally well-groomed boss in the new sitcom 30 Rock, he absolutely curls my toes.
How about you? Are there any embarrassing Objet du Lusts you’ve been wanting to reveal? Any Unexpected Heartthrobs you can think of. Tell. You know you want to.