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| 1991-ish. I hated James. I thought he was scary. Then I liked that he was scary. |
| November 2000. We made eye contact. Not that I gave him much of a choice. I guess that's why the look I got was of the "Do I know you?" variety. Damn it. |
| You know what I'm talking about. The kind of man whose mere existence causes your blood to boil, even before he's entered the general vicinity. The kind of man that creates a mirage, he's so hot. And the mirage is partly his own heat, cause these ain't pretty men. Pretty men... who needs 'em? |
| EXHIBIT ONE: James Hetfield He's got a limited vocabulary (come on, no one honestly gets that big a thrill out of saying "motherfucker" ) and a violent streak. He must be tough to live with for more than a couple hours at a time... but who needs more than that? |
EXHIBIT TWO: James Gandolfini (what's with all the James?) |
| I didn't pay much attention to this one way back in "True Romance." Because, you know, Gary Oldman was in that, so whatever with the burly guy who winds up with a melted face. And I'll be honest; when I saw the first billboards for the Sopranos I thought, Eh. But after half of an episode that "Eh" turned into, "Eh, paisan! Right this way!" As Tony Soprano, he's a bigot, he's an emotional retard, he cheats on his wife and he thinks it's okay to meet his kids' friends wearing boxers and a scummy undershirt. I may have said this already, but Eh, paisan! Right this way! |
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