As I was drinking my tea this morning, I caught part of a biography of Rudolph Valentino on TV. The guy certainly had sex appeal. Some of his facial expressions seem a little much now, but I can see how women would have found him compelling.
(I was also struck, as I often am when watching old movies, by the hats the women are wearing. All the women. How times have changed in that regard!)
Speaking of movie idols, the new X-men movie, featuring another cinematic heart-throb, opens today. Frankly, I'll be going to see it (eventually) just to see Hugh Jackman. I don't think I've ever seen a sexier introduction to a character than the first shot of him in the first X-men movie, where his back is to the camera. In a word, hubba.
I was tempted to read a brief explanation of who's-who of the mutants in the movie, then decided against it. I should be able to get enough from the movie, and if not...bad writing.
I'll definitely be going to see the new Star Trek movie. I had a crush on Mr. Spock in my youth (which explains my tendancy to write emotionally repressed heroes), so I'm keen to see how they portray him as a younger guy. I'm afraid they've devoted much more time and effort on the special effects, though, when I'm all about the characters. Maybe I'll be pleasantly surprised. I was by Iron Man, although I still think Gwyneth Paltrow was horribly miscast.
Speaking of heroes and writing, I finished revising the second draft of my ms. yesterday night. Yeah! And while it's short, it's not as short as I feared, so that's good news. Now I'll print it up and read through it again. Here's hoping I don't discover something's terribly, terribly wrong!