Isn't that just the best!
And then, there's Gerard Butler as Gerry in, "P.S. I Love You." Because that kissing scene, the one where he gives Hillary Swank their first kiss, made me weak in the knees and made me love him forever.
When Hillary Swank is babbling about an old boyfriend right before Gerry is about to kiss her and Gerry cuts her off, saying, "He's a boy-o. He doesn't know anything about kissing. That's a man's business" in that fine Irish accent and then swoops in for this, this just amazing kiss, I swear on the ghosts of my Irish ancestors if I could have, I would have crashed through the TV screen and grabbed the back of Hilary Swank's big old horse head, yanked her out of there and daintily hopped into her place, saying, "Okay, Gerry, where were we?"
First, it's because I have always had a weakness for wild boys. And once again, it goes back to the kissing. When he kissed Daryl Hannah in that movie, I said, "Now there's a boy who knows how to kiss." I wanted to be the one on the back of his motorcycle and vandalizing the high school as a couple. Although, not really. I'd be too scared of committing a crime. I'd be all, "You go ahead and vent your tortured soul all over that high school. I'll just stay here and be the lookout. But wait! Kiss me first."
Robert Downey, Jr as Tony Starke the Iron Man. Umm, a hot, rich, wild powerful man who turns into a superhero at night, what else is there? A superhero with a fantastic sense of humor about the whole ridiculous fact that he's a superhero, is just my kind of man.
If I were Pepper, I'd be coming to work in my shortest skirts and push up bras, constantly looking for chances to brush up against his superhero chest. And I certainly wouldn't call Tony Starke out on sexual harassment. I'd walk into work every day and say, "I'm here! Let the harassing begin, Iron Man!"
Posted by Joann Mannix at 2:13 PM
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